Friday, May 14, 2010

Dream: Dear Self....


Everything is dark, I can't tell if I'm inside, or outside or even what I'm walking on.
Suddenly I feel someone touch my shoulder from the back, it scares me so much I let out a gasp. But I don't turn around yet. I feel an energy seeping into me, like the color yellow more like gold flowing into my blood, I feel like how glitter looks when you throw it in the air.
I feel myself smile, and I giggle.

Suddenly everything around me is illuminated by a shining blue color. So you can only see the outlines of things. I turn around quickly, but no one is there. I look down and there's a small key. I pick it up. It's made out of wood I put it in my pocket and walk toward a large stage. I walk up the stairs and look back, I'm in an theater, one where you would watch plays. The seats are empty except one. There is the guy I dream of often (the one I refer to as my guide, and Mary has said is my Action). I can only see the green glow of his eyes, but I can feel that it's him. He looks like his head is turned slightly, it's still extremely dark with just the light blue casting shadows. I feel almost embarassed, like he can see me just fine, but I'm struggling to see him.

I hear rustling behind a curtain. A girl comes out. She is Me. She bumps into me, like she can't see me, but it doesn't phase her, she walks through me.... literally. I can feel it, it's the same goldish/yellow color again. She hurries down the stairs and walks toward the guy in the seats. He stands up and reaches his hands out. I can see them now, it's not dark anymore. I watch from the stage, they are standing between rows of seats. She reaches in her pocket but it looks like she's lost something she was going to give him.
I remember the key I picked up. Was it me? who dropped the key? when I touched myself???
I walk down the stairs, hesitating... I feel like a third wheel here, lol.

I am right next to them but the girl who... is me can't see me. But he can... he watches me.
I can't give her the key to give him, because she doesn't see me....
I try to put the key in her pocket but it falls on the floor.
So.... I copy 'myself' and touch "my" shoulder.

And then I wake up, I realize I'm crying in waking life.

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