miniminch
27-04-2007, 18:51
This dream I had..
All my dreams happen in places I don't know. Sometimes I see a beach rolled out in front of me and the rocks nearer the shore. I see a house further inland, white and sun-drenched. I hear a child far off but see no one. I make toward the house and everyone I every love is there, watching me like I am a visiting ghost; some spectral light glanced off the green sea waves now sparkling in their eyes.
Inside the house, each room reveals a different scene. A bedroom, a church, a pub. Each door opens onto a different play of familiar actors in unfamiliar locations.
Now, a tiny room darkened in yellow light, it quietly holds a coffin, my father, smiling in death; those mourners faces smudged out. I leave into a corridor in a club, my friends outside the main room;the floor rattles with base drum, they shake sweat from their faces. They talk wordlessly. Their kisses like whispers in the art of this sound. Like plainsong - one note of exquisite purity.
There is never anything behind me. If I turn round i would be somewhere else like walking in a field; unable to turn back. I see a girl in the field ahead, she has her back to me looking in stillness across the valley. She has long brown hair like the ridge of the hillside. She won't turn round.
I wake up. 3.24am. Stillness, I realize how empty everything is. It comes to me in the darkness. The walls are solid; my bed soft. I ache from all this and shut my eyes to enter the dream again. I dream so powerfully.
I am one year old, in the hospital with my mother. She has been crying. The walls are white and the sounds are soft and inviting. Outside there is nothing. I twist her frown into a smile. I do it so easily. It's like turning on a tap and letting it run and run and I'm running across the field again. She's there in the distance. The girl with the brown hair. I imagine her frown and twist it into a smile. flick it on. I see her getting closer. Feel the sun on my face, I blink and i am before a door. The girl has gone.
The door has peeling paint and is framed in broken wood. I turn the brass handle and I am on the lip of the great plain. Here the wind is one slow angry note. A plainsong. I see the rolling clouds of black blood, brooding over the scene. I see it is vast and empty and the plain is like the plateau of a great river. The estuaries dissect the empty brown earth flowing between. The girl with the brown hair is waiting below on a plain - will I jump? Should I jump?
I wake. Take a pen and write what you read today. I haven't stopped thinking about this since, I need a name. I need a face.
..What does it all mean?:confused:
All my dreams happen in places I don't know. Sometimes I see a beach rolled out in front of me and the rocks nearer the shore. I see a house further inland, white and sun-drenched. I hear a child far off but see no one. I make toward the house and everyone I every love is there, watching me like I am a visiting ghost; some spectral light glanced off the green sea waves now sparkling in their eyes.
Inside the house, each room reveals a different scene. A bedroom, a church, a pub. Each door opens onto a different play of familiar actors in unfamiliar locations.
Now, a tiny room darkened in yellow light, it quietly holds a coffin, my father, smiling in death; those mourners faces smudged out. I leave into a corridor in a club, my friends outside the main room;the floor rattles with base drum, they shake sweat from their faces. They talk wordlessly. Their kisses like whispers in the art of this sound. Like plainsong - one note of exquisite purity.
There is never anything behind me. If I turn round i would be somewhere else like walking in a field; unable to turn back. I see a girl in the field ahead, she has her back to me looking in stillness across the valley. She has long brown hair like the ridge of the hillside. She won't turn round.
I wake up. 3.24am. Stillness, I realize how empty everything is. It comes to me in the darkness. The walls are solid; my bed soft. I ache from all this and shut my eyes to enter the dream again. I dream so powerfully.
I am one year old, in the hospital with my mother. She has been crying. The walls are white and the sounds are soft and inviting. Outside there is nothing. I twist her frown into a smile. I do it so easily. It's like turning on a tap and letting it run and run and I'm running across the field again. She's there in the distance. The girl with the brown hair. I imagine her frown and twist it into a smile. flick it on. I see her getting closer. Feel the sun on my face, I blink and i am before a door. The girl has gone.
The door has peeling paint and is framed in broken wood. I turn the brass handle and I am on the lip of the great plain. Here the wind is one slow angry note. A plainsong. I see the rolling clouds of black blood, brooding over the scene. I see it is vast and empty and the plain is like the plateau of a great river. The estuaries dissect the empty brown earth flowing between. The girl with the brown hair is waiting below on a plain - will I jump? Should I jump?
I wake. Take a pen and write what you read today. I haven't stopped thinking about this since, I need a name. I need a face.
..What does it all mean?:confused: