Recurring Visions

Pushing towards Denver, etching closer to I-70, the sun almost completely set, with only a slight blue tint of remaining light showing over the top of the Rockies when they met the clouds, everything else shades of black, landscapes, mounds, and desolate road, and it was then that I recognized it, the scene from a recurring dream I'd had years before, that has remained with me ever since.. 

Black hills, barren and seemingly lifeless, gliding over them with the sensation as if driving. The scene photographic negative, as if undeveloped, and the sky only sparsely lit making it impossible to distinguish the difference between sky and ground. Some shapes formed like hills, with varying colors and aspects like volcanic ash or rock. I knew years ago at the time, because of how the dream recurred to me, that it was somehow prophetic, and I understood that one day I would experience it in my waking life. It was the cause of much anxiety and excitement alike, but primarily impatience. 

This waking life experience had finally intersected with recurring vision in a moment that stretched out but remained as one in time. The sky reflecting down on the hills weaved in and out as i remained speechless breathing it in, still pondering its importance, why this vision, why this moment?