Dream pt. 2.
Apr. 14th, 2003 11:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
witchscauldronIt's supposed to be warm today - I think I'll take a walk. I was going to work all day, but I slept so badly last night that I just don't have the energy to stare at little fiddly bits all day. I might open some windows and try to not feel like something blasted my head apart. >_<
More dreams...very vague...rusted black. Kindof like being rolled over and sucked down into an undertow. Drowning...a sensation that leaves my skin crawling, if I could wake up. stone castles, empty, filled with broken stones and voices of the past. Coins of no worth. Staring over shattered landscapes. Dark, like being in overcast twilight. Between. And the open gate/storm/maw again, fanged and swirling and sucking and impossibly shades of white. More words....
"Her voice is like ashes to the ear,
crumbling and bitter.
Listen; The unwilling bleed their pale blood.
A caress like burning feathers,
carving purpose and will into flesh.
She will Choose."
I have no idea why I am getting all this. I will have to put it all together at some point if I get anymore. I do not usually get a sense of strong emotion from my dreams overall - but this one gives me a strong sense of dread. It's as if I'm just an empty vessel someone's pouring a dark, vile liquid into, and the vessel every so often wants to come apart at a molecular level.
"Don't want your hand this time; I'll save myself. Maybe I'll wake up for once..."
Maybe.
Mrrf. I changed my LJ layout again - nothing major, just needing some Air in my online spaces, and some Celtica. I think I will absent myself from this balky machine for a while, open some windows, and contemplate.
-M.
More dreams...very vague...rusted black. Kindof like being rolled over and sucked down into an undertow. Drowning...a sensation that leaves my skin crawling, if I could wake up. stone castles, empty, filled with broken stones and voices of the past. Coins of no worth. Staring over shattered landscapes. Dark, like being in overcast twilight. Between. And the open gate/storm/maw again, fanged and swirling and sucking and impossibly shades of white. More words....
"Her voice is like ashes to the ear,
crumbling and bitter.
Listen; The unwilling bleed their pale blood.
A caress like burning feathers,
carving purpose and will into flesh.
She will Choose."
I have no idea why I am getting all this. I will have to put it all together at some point if I get anymore. I do not usually get a sense of strong emotion from my dreams overall - but this one gives me a strong sense of dread. It's as if I'm just an empty vessel someone's pouring a dark, vile liquid into, and the vessel every so often wants to come apart at a molecular level.
"Don't want your hand this time; I'll save myself. Maybe I'll wake up for once..."
Maybe.
Mrrf. I changed my LJ layout again - nothing major, just needing some Air in my online spaces, and some Celtica. I think I will absent myself from this balky machine for a while, open some windows, and contemplate.
-M.
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Date: 2003-04-14 03:03 pm (UTC)Lizard Rat out.