Oblivious Short Stories

During one of my journeys into the realm of everyday life, I made a strange and absurd observation. I truly cannot explain it, but similar observations of these phenomena has subsequently been made, at many different occasions, both by me and by others.

I was looking for a flower shop where I could buy a birthday gift for a friend. When I finally found one and entered, I had an immediate impression of how extraordinarily well kept and elaborated this shop was. All the plants and flowers were so dazzling and confounded so I felt dizzy and drunken of my mere presence there. The shop was full of bustling customers and I took a few steps backward into a corner and I just stood still and gazed breathlessly. Everything became a scene, a play on the stage of a theater.

At this time I particularly noticed a number of female assistants who glided delightfully around, squatted themselves down and reached around, to take care of plants and flowers, swiftly and elegantly, like dancers in a ballet. All this filled me with a strong natural intuition:
- These women are fairies!
In the very moment of the thought, the nearby assistants turned towards me as if I had cried out the words to them. They met my gaze, each one, friendly, but cautiously, somewhat frightened, and they then hastily disappeared. Further into the store I saw someone, who seemed to be the only male assistant. He was well surrounded by several female customers and stood with his arms outstretched and was lecturing about something. He was wearing a straw hat, white shirt and a green scarf round his neck. Also this time I got a very strong revelation:
- Here is the King of elves!

I went closer to pass the crowd around him. But in some odd way, I noticed how he was looking at me while he avoided me skillfully. He was moving so we had a customer in between us all the time. It felt like I was a threat or an unexpected interruption to his performance. Or he just did not want to help me; I thought, gave up and walked towards the other end of the shop. Meanwhile I also rejected all what happened as sheer fantasy.

I came to the checkout and asked the cashier, an older woman, if it was anything I needed to know concerning the care of the flower I had chosen. She just stood there in an extensive moment of silence, stared at me horrified as if I was a ghost. It was quite embarrassing, and some other customers began to complain, asked her if she would not help me so she could proceed to their turn. Then she went absolutely mad and barked unexpectedly and furiously her complaints. As she in the same instant, hurriedly and insensitively took my flower, wrapped it into the paper, and demanded wordlessly but conspicuously to get paid. Then she turned to the next customer without giving me any further notice.

I was completely overwhelmed; however just before I got to the exit I saw a hand reached out from beside of me. She was one of the previously gliding women and gave me a booklet on flower care with a tentative apologetic smile. In the next seconds I was out of the shop and could not think about anything else than how unpleasant the cashier had been. Soon I was on my way elsewhere and also forgot about everything.

In the middle of the night I woke up with an absolutely revolutionary feeling. I had dreamed of deep woods with glades of lush groves within the kingdom of elves. I was besieged and had no words for this and had to search “Google” for what was on “the fairy king”. I then discovered the name of "Oberon" and a sudden stillness was spread inside me like it was an incantation or a spell. I really do not understand the meaning and importance of the dream. Nevertheless, in its message, an invaluable love is lost into oblivion and Oberon himself have become deceived. Someone has stolen his identity and are now reaping the fruit of his reign. Oberoen must remeber what he really is and find what is lost. I hope this exposure now will be a key for someone who can solve this riddle Hope it will open a door and uncover the mishieve and thereby make it possible to put all things back to what they should be.

When I read further, the name of "Oberon" led me to Shakespeare's play; "A midsummer Night’s Dream". I had never really appreciated this play since it seemed excessive and unnecessary pretentious. Although now the spirit, the feeling and the latent symbols of the words, have an entirely and utterly new magical meaning for me:

Oberon:
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in

And later Puck softly states:

Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores
All with weary task fordone.
Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the screech owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe
In remembrance of a shroud.

Now it is the time of night
That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the churchway paths to glide;
And we fairies, that do run
By the Triple Hecate's team
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic. Not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallowed house.
I am sent, with broom, before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.