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Archive for February 25th, 2008
Feb
25
You will probably be delighted to know after yesterday’s mammoth post this is going to be short.
Apart from last night when I couldn’t sleep and spent a lot of the night watching Sarah Connor Chronicles (a tasty bit of violence was what I needed after the post) I have been having the same dream on repeat for a while now.
I am standing in a garden surrounded by Chinese lanterns and white fairy lights in full trees creating a border of kinds. The air is warm and fragranced with flowers I don’t know the name of. A party is in full swing and important people from my past, present and a few I don’t recognise (my future?) are there all talking and laughing while well dressed waiters walk between freshening glasses and offering tiny canapes. There is a small jazz band in the corner playing mellow standards and the mood is light.
I wonder around not being ignored, but apparently unseen.
I hear a noise from beyond the trees and put my glass down to investigate. As I reach the edge, about to step through to the other side. I look back and see one of my friends trying to stop me. She races towards me but I step through.
On the other side I see the world burning. Buildings are falling and explosions are going off left and right. I see the faces of the people I know twisted in pain and terror, screaming and I step forward to help but am pulled back into the trees.
As I land back on the other side I see my friend sitting on the ground beside me. She is shaking her head telling me to stop. then she rises and goes back to the party. I glance up and it is like nothing has happened. I turn back to the trees and hear the sounds of destruction but don’t move.
