B o u l e d e R ê v e
(Dreampearl ~ A Magical Story)
Dreampearl was a magnificent dolphin. He lived with his mother and the rest of the family in one of the great Southern Seas.
His perfectly smooth shiny body glided through the deep water at remarkable speeds. He was curious and he could swim for hours without tiring, astride huge waves that took him farther and farther on his discovery of the ocean. He liked to laugh and to play with his friends, the blue flying fish, the yellow catfish and the little red goldfish.
Sometimes he would leap out of the water, very high, and would turn a cartwheel and land close to them, splashing them with thousands of golden droplets. It was so much fun! The whole surface of the water was transformed into a vast foamy cloud!
But what Dreampearl loved most of all was to dive into the rosy beam of the rising sun. He said he could hear music in it:
But no one really took the time to stop and listen, and as he was still very young, no one really took him seriously. Even his friends gently teased him.
One morning at sunrise, Dreampearl discovered two small dark blue circles on his back, like the buds of two little flowers. Oh they didn't hurt, but the tickled and they felt a little itchy.
Every day the little flowers grew bigger; slowly they blossomed in a thousand shades of blue upon his back. Something very special was happening. Dreampearl could feel it deep inside, and some nights it was even a little frightening.
His mother was the first to notice the strange transformations on his back. Very concerned, she asked Dreampearl to keep still for a moment so she could examine him.
Finally Dreampearl understood what was going on. He had wanted so much to fly, and now his wish was being granted. He began to sing as only dolphins can, and his song described another universe.
Every day, again and again, Dreampearl dove into the rosy beam of the rising sun, the better to listen to the music. Weeks and months passed. His wings grew magnificent, folded along his back and surrounding him with shades of turquoise and mauve, with blue-gray and sky blue with violet. But sometimes the wings were very heavy and Dreampearl couldn't swim as fast as he used to.
More and more often he felt like being alone. He still smiled of course, but in the middle of his heart there was something that felt like a deep sorrow. Dreampearl was lonely. He missed the music of the rosy sunbeam, music so sweetly beautiful, it made him cry. He dreamed that he would become that music. He spoke very little, as if all the words had been said, and deep in his eyes there was something infinitely soft.
Seul, La Nuit
One day Dreampearl sensed that the time had come, that he was ready. He awakened while it was still dark. He swam on his back for a long time, gazing up at the stars. He thought: "Today, I'll be going home."
No, he wasn't sad not really sad. It was just that he felt he was rather small to be setting out on such a long journey all alone.
The sky turned pale and one by one the stars were extinguished. There was a silent pause between night and day, a moment of suspended nothingness, like a theater just before the curtain rises. Dreampearl closed his eyes and suddenly, inside him, he felt the stirring of a brilliant magical force. He chuckled. This was marvelous! All his fear had vanished.
Slowly the sun came up, and as it rose, it left across the sea a rosy beam so wide, so bright, that fascinated birds flew over it in formation, back and forth, back and forth.
All of Dreampearl's friends were there: the blue flying fish, the yellow catfish, and the little red goldfish. They said nothing, only swam around in circles. Everyone felt a little like crying.
But they laughed when Dreampearl made some comical pirouettes in the water turned pink by the Sun. Then he swam close to his mother and laid his head against her neck. His mother stroked him with her soft fin for a long, long time.