Hello to you. It’s a cold and gray Saturday morning as I begin to write. Last night we watched Dr. Strange with Cole as he hadn’t seen it yet. We’ve seen it three times now – once in the theater and twice at home. It is after this watching that something new came to me about it. I found myself wondering what dimension the Ancient One went to after she died! They made such a point to emphasize the infinite number of dimensions a living person could traverse but never once mentioned dimensions for the dead. “Where did she go?!” We are left to assume she rejoined the ether which is kind of anti-climatic with all the emphasis that was placed on there being a multi-verse of possibilities.
The Ancient One was the Sorcerer Supreme as well as the leader of the Masters of the Mystic Arts. For centuries, the Ancient One protected Earth from mystical threats, and dedicated herself to helping others in need by educating them in the magical arts to give them new hope. However, later on, she was challenged by a former student, Kaecilius, who had become corrupted by the Dark Dimension and sought to bring Dormammu to Earth. In the midst of her war against Kaecilius and his Zealots, the Ancient One encountered Doctor Strange and, despite her initial reluctance, was persuaded to accept him as her student by Karl Mordo. During one final battle, the Ancient One was fatally wounded and despite the best efforts of Doctor Strange and Christine Palmer, she accepted her fate and died, but not before giving Doctor Strange the advice he needed to defeat Dormammu as well as to find his new purpose in life as a master.
I had a lot of dreams last night but only really remember one. My parents were in it. I can remember I was visiting them. There was something with me cleaning house and they were going somewhere and my saying to them, “I’m not Cinderella!” Then there was a view of an energy plant that had blue and black stacks. It was daylight, blue sky and sunshine. There had been an explosion and the plant was on fire. Huge clouds of black smoke were billowing out. My parents were trying to decide if they wanted to drive their car or take the old teal colored taxi that was parked out front. They were standing outside trying to decide what they wanted to do and I said to them, “Don’t stay out there too long, you’ll get sick.” Then I woke up.