Post by Barbed Wire Butterfly on Oct 30, 2005 11:43:30 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]I know this is creepy, and as many may say it's not true. It is. I've seen things in dreams. Then seen the things I saw happen the next day, or the following week. Sometimes it hits me hard, makes me think I've deja vu'd. I'm not a preminitionist...if you believe they only see onsights of death. but this is another time another place, another post. This one isn't about such dreams. This one is about a dream I've never experienced...yet. Here it is. Live breathe, and dream along with me..
Somewhere in the distance birds are chirping.. I can't see too much of myself, but it's like I'm walking somewhere. The fog slowly clears and I can see the green grass. I'm walking into a garden. Stepping from stone to stone. But slowly, as my awe wraps itself around my mind.. I notice the stones disappear, stopping a few feet from a pond. Lowering myself to the grass to look closer at the pond I see people. Friends. Family. Their reflections dancing and mingling. I look up, and on the otherside of the pond- where the sources of the images should be...lie gravestones. Some broken in half. Some with no names.
This causing me to get up and attempt to find my way around the pond. I can't. There isn't an end to it. The fog has surrounded it again. Forcing me to become overwhelmed...collapsing to my knees..I just about hit my head..looking up I see what was almost my killer.. A gravestone. With my name. The date... The stone is covered in barbed wire and flower remains lined the base....everything goes black and it feels as if someone has pushed me from a rooftop...
I wake up in a clamy skin....[/glow]
Somewhere in the distance birds are chirping.. I can't see too much of myself, but it's like I'm walking somewhere. The fog slowly clears and I can see the green grass. I'm walking into a garden. Stepping from stone to stone. But slowly, as my awe wraps itself around my mind.. I notice the stones disappear, stopping a few feet from a pond. Lowering myself to the grass to look closer at the pond I see people. Friends. Family. Their reflections dancing and mingling. I look up, and on the otherside of the pond- where the sources of the images should be...lie gravestones. Some broken in half. Some with no names.
This causing me to get up and attempt to find my way around the pond. I can't. There isn't an end to it. The fog has surrounded it again. Forcing me to become overwhelmed...collapsing to my knees..I just about hit my head..looking up I see what was almost my killer.. A gravestone. With my name. The date... The stone is covered in barbed wire and flower remains lined the base....everything goes black and it feels as if someone has pushed me from a rooftop...
I wake up in a clamy skin....[/glow]