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I was at a family gather - Jason's mother's house in summer, with wind in the trees, twilight, and berries. There were a lot of people there; family, friends, and tents on the lawn. Next thing I know we are on a boat - war ship - with a crew from the navy of Elvenhame. (Elfhome?) They do a man overboard drill, and then we dock. Upon coming off the boat, there are other high-ranking officers there who discuss some things, and then get into dark cars and drive off.
Next, we go to my parents for a family gathering. There are again a lot of people there, including more people from Elvenhame, and some of them are army-type folks. We look at memories as if they were photos of ice castles and playing with wolves in the snow. I get yelled at for putting a food dish together wrong, and I go to sit somewhere quiet, as usual at a family gathering. I see old memories again, like my father at various ages, my brothers. Not my mother, tho.
I look up, and one of the Elvenhame folks is standing there. He says it's time I crossed over, and joined them there; this world wasn't meant for me. I could still come back, and visit like everyone else does occasionally, but I would be accepted and well-off there, because of my magickal ability. I could still see my parents, except when they crossed over at the end of their lives they would have to go to the summer place. I don't really know what to do.
I awake.
-m.
Next, we go to my parents for a family gathering. There are again a lot of people there, including more people from Elvenhame, and some of them are army-type folks. We look at memories as if they were photos of ice castles and playing with wolves in the snow. I get yelled at for putting a food dish together wrong, and I go to sit somewhere quiet, as usual at a family gathering. I see old memories again, like my father at various ages, my brothers. Not my mother, tho.
I look up, and one of the Elvenhame folks is standing there. He says it's time I crossed over, and joined them there; this world wasn't meant for me. I could still come back, and visit like everyone else does occasionally, but I would be accepted and well-off there, because of my magickal ability. I could still see my parents, except when they crossed over at the end of their lives they would have to go to the summer place. I don't really know what to do.
I awake.
-m.
