Dream.

Aug. 11th, 2003 10:33 pm
witchscauldron: (sigil)
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We are living in a hotel room for some reason. White. Has all our stuff in it. For some reason the walls are glass. The elevators operate by keys. If you don't have the right key to unlock the floor, you can't get off on that floor. We're on the 7th floor. I went out for some reason, came back to sleep - and my key didn't unlock the 7th. It unlocked the 9th. Our room had moved. I shrugged and went to bed.

I awoke on a flat floor - no bed, no stuff, no mate - just me. A very naked, pale me. Yay. >_< I'm wearing a stone...a stone that changes colour like the colour of the ocean under sunlight. And I'm wearing it in the sense that it's embedded in my chest. Greens and blues. Mist is curling off the walls, and drifting around the floor. Very strange place to be. There is a noise behind me, and I turn. Winged wolves, like mirrored gate guardians are facing me, emotionless eyes boring into me. One is black, completely black. A void-black...sucking light into itself, with the occasional drift of stars across it. One is white, a brilliant white that turns blue at the sharpest edges. Its eyes pulse cerulean occasionally, and then fade to white on white. Each turns up a paw and are holding something...a key.

I wake.
O_o
-M.
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One day you’ll walk the world
and keep in mind
The heart you’ve been given
in winter time
And through the bitter cold,
with opened eyes
You’ll find the strength to fight
and stand upright