BTW, I forgot to post this last night, I was nearly killed! Yay! Stupid drivers.
I was driving thru a dark neighbor hood on a 35mph road that is crossed by lots of 25mph roads
with stop signs. No stops on my road till you hit the big one. Dark, 1am and I'm heading uphill.
From my left comes this stupid woman, blazes thru the stop sigh at over 35mph and I'm heading for
a perfect T-bar on her. =) I lock brakes, the antilock on my new car kicks in and jutters me to about 5mph, letting her slip on by and not quite get hit. She never brakes and gives me a dirty look. Stupid.
The worst thing is, I wasn't even angry. All I could think of was, "Oh man, I haven't even gotten a license-plate yet." Every car has it's dent "virginity" and like most teens, they lose it early, often in a parking lot. If I'd de-cherried my car in a T-bar accident, before getting plates, that
would have been like child-molesting. Just all kinds of pure wrong.
My turn for a Dream:
I'm on a corner of a plains city, real flat, low buildings, wide streets and sidwalks. It's that weird
early morning time when it is light out but still seems dark. A witch is chasing a friend
of mine. Not your basic pointy-head witch, more of the model-of-a-modern-major-sorceress. Mean and cruel, she has tagged them with a spell that leaves behind little globes of light that drift slowly
in the direction they were heading. The glow a reddish-orange and bob up and down a little as they
drift. Hunting her, I have become attuned to what she is following, so even tho I have lost track of
her, I can still follow the twinkling lights.
The lights don't glow with an evil tho. They have a purity to them that suggests that she has
tapped something good for her evil purposes. Tho the tiny globes of light are invisible to others
I notice that some people are catching them out of the corner of their eyes. One person is even trying to touch it. Like stuff floating in the current of a river, they push away from your hands if you
reach for them too quickly.
I stop in front of the person and cup one in my hand, softly moving to pinch it top and bottom with my thumb and finger. I raise it up in front of my eye and hold it up for both of us to see. Inside is a
swirling glowing smoke. Opalescent and spinning, I know instinctively that it will clear if I focus my
thoughts on what is inside. As the fog clears, I see within a bit of purity, in a form of an angel, wings
half lifted, arms raised straight up, head lifted to the sky. Just observing brings a tear to our eyes
and the bubble is pierced by the raised hands of the statue inside, causing me to break the angel,
before it all disappears like dust from my hand.
The person and I, who have shared this moment as strangers, whisper together:
...
...
and what you see inside this circlet of light
is but a glimpse at his great master work.
What those first two lines of that lyric were will haunt me for a while. At least,
faintly, I can still hear the music. That is something. At least.
BTW, later there was a bit with a large talking pig on top of a bean and white
pea salad, all on a bed of lettuce, resting on the back of a headless horse. And we were in a dining hall on a steam boat, sitting at a picnic table, me and the evil pirate version of Capt'n Crunch, getting yelled at by the elders for talking to the pig. Not really connected with the other bit but this one followed the previous one. My brain is so weird. I never remember dreams.
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