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witchscauldronI attempted to dream of Equinox...try to get a handle on this whole "spring" thing. Historically, Ostara is a holiday I just don't really get, or enjoy past colouring eggs and eating stuff I shouldn't anymore.
What I got was...confusing. A dream about living in an apartment for a short time between places we actually lived. Someplace where Winter was receding, but hadn't quite yet left. I started walking down lanes of trees by a lakeshore, watching the sunset. My father showed up, complaining about work or lack of work or MY lack of work or something, and started taking things that weren't his to "be fixed". I kept walking, but started walking back into winter - I nearly got smacked by a sliding transport going around a corner, and remember how grey and awful everything looked. The sunset had been vibrant, but faded quickly. It seemed empty. Everything in this dream seemed empty.
I went back home, only to find it filled with people I didn't like. I started walking...everything started melting, and by the time I started seeing that I was walking in empty parking lots to a mall, it was warm and green. I went inside. Inside this building it was an odd atmosphere - windows everywhere, so lots of warm smoky light, but the decor was black...it was bright and dark at the same time. I kept walking up and down stairs inside one store, and running into all the Larpers and goth-type people I know. Some of them had kids. I was getting flashbacks of babysitting these children in the apartment we've never had, and I left.
As I left the mall, I ran into someone I knew from high school. He had long, unkempt grey hair, and a haggard face. We talked...something about his time had come to an end. He was running from it - he didn't want to die. We were in a kitchen store, by then. The person he was running from appeared from behind a display, and called him out - there was nowhere to go. The smoky windows let in light, like the rest of the mall, and the store was surrounded by green - no parking lots, no people. It was like being in a glass box. My old friend sighed as his assailant went on and on about his shiny new blades, and he chose to defend himself for some reason with a pair of antique scissors.
In the end I stood between them and officiated...when it was over both had lost, or won, and the store vanished. Blood ran over the green fields and into the rich earth beneath. I took blood and earth to my lips and was whispering something, as I woke up.
Strange.
-M.
What I got was...confusing. A dream about living in an apartment for a short time between places we actually lived. Someplace where Winter was receding, but hadn't quite yet left. I started walking down lanes of trees by a lakeshore, watching the sunset. My father showed up, complaining about work or lack of work or MY lack of work or something, and started taking things that weren't his to "be fixed". I kept walking, but started walking back into winter - I nearly got smacked by a sliding transport going around a corner, and remember how grey and awful everything looked. The sunset had been vibrant, but faded quickly. It seemed empty. Everything in this dream seemed empty.
I went back home, only to find it filled with people I didn't like. I started walking...everything started melting, and by the time I started seeing that I was walking in empty parking lots to a mall, it was warm and green. I went inside. Inside this building it was an odd atmosphere - windows everywhere, so lots of warm smoky light, but the decor was black...it was bright and dark at the same time. I kept walking up and down stairs inside one store, and running into all the Larpers and goth-type people I know. Some of them had kids. I was getting flashbacks of babysitting these children in the apartment we've never had, and I left.
As I left the mall, I ran into someone I knew from high school. He had long, unkempt grey hair, and a haggard face. We talked...something about his time had come to an end. He was running from it - he didn't want to die. We were in a kitchen store, by then. The person he was running from appeared from behind a display, and called him out - there was nowhere to go. The smoky windows let in light, like the rest of the mall, and the store was surrounded by green - no parking lots, no people. It was like being in a glass box. My old friend sighed as his assailant went on and on about his shiny new blades, and he chose to defend himself for some reason with a pair of antique scissors.
In the end I stood between them and officiated...when it was over both had lost, or won, and the store vanished. Blood ran over the green fields and into the rich earth beneath. I took blood and earth to my lips and was whispering something, as I woke up.
Strange.
-M.
