Vivid dream one...

Today was a really crazy day, and it really didn't surprise me at all. Not after having the kind of dream I had last nigh. It was a long, weird, beautiful dream, so I'll refrain from the temptation of writing it all down in one post. I'll make it more... enjoyable.

And the dream was dreamt as follows:

It is a rain day, or maybe night. All is lit with a dim gray light, and one by one, the guests come near me to pay their respects. I am at a funeral, and as they pass me by, giving me hugs and warms palm strokes on my cold face, I realize that this funeral is for me, and they are saying good-bye (of course this seemed perfectly normal in the dream).

After they were all gone, only on more guest was standing by my grave, crying soundly and painfully. She was woman, dressed in a white dress, brown hair and caressing the tomb stone gently as she held a jar. I knew then, she was my wife. I came closer but didn’t have the courage to speak to her, to touch her, to talk to her… she just stood there, filling the jar with her tears, one by one.

After a while I got bored of her (!?), of her crying… she always does the same: cries and makes me feel bad, even for dying. I violently shook her, trying to make her stop, and as I get a grip of her shoulders she shrieks, a long, piercing shriek… looking at me horrified. She begins to insult me, to call me names. She demands me to give her back her husband. I simply tell her that I can’t do that. We played by the rules, and life lost.

After a while she calms herself down. I am still holding her. And then, very slowly, she looks straight into my eyes, and with the saddest look she launches the jar to the sky. Beyond the clouds, beyond sight. And tells mutters something that I don’t remember. I nodded, let her go, and jumped into the ground, falling six feet under, to the darkness. Thinking of her, and of a present and vengeance? Perhaps.

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(as time passed by I am loosing little fragments of the dream… gonna write them all down)