The dream...
I dreamed that I was being led into a castle. A woman whom I could not see was telling me that this is the castle where my Ancestors lay. There was a bus and people were coming off of this bus, and walking off in different directions from where the bus stopped. It appeared to stop on a long rounded/curved driveway in front of stairs that led up and into the castle. I walked the hallways of the castle and could hear the echoing of my footsteps, they sounded eerily loud, and lonely. There was furniture in the many rooms I passed, all dusty and unkept, it appeared that once they were magnificent, now they were almost gray from the dust that piled up on them,chandalier's hung once
brilliant and lovely were now covered in webs and dust.
Up ahead of me in a foyer there stood a man, whom I immediately recognized by the way he stood and his body language. It was my guide, the man who spoke with a British accent, he said hello, have you seen all that is your's? I told him how I had been wandering the hallways and that I saw old dusty furniture
that looked like once they might have been of a lush burgundy colored material. He said yes of course they were, they were of the lushest material of their time. He told me, look, look through this doorway. I looked out a window that was on the door he instructed me to look out of. I saw ruins, stone, and brick all fallen from the castle.Rain was falling from the
gray skies, falling on the stone, making it gleam a warm rose
color, steam rose from some of the ruins, as if it had once
been on fire. Wild rose vines entangled everywhere.
He said listen to what she says. I heard the woman's voice...she said..." this is the season where the wall's of the castle fall and collapse, a time when the veil between our world's grow thin. Now is the time when it is easiest to travel into the Underworld to learn of the stories of your Ancestor's. The halls you travelled are now dusty and gray, for the veil grows thin. Now is the time when the Master readies himself for the Hunt. Remember, now starts the thinning of the veil, the King has fallen, his blood is shed, the veil grow's thinner, now the Master mounts his steed and goes to claim his dead!"
I tried the doorknob to see if it would give and open, it did. My friend told me to go and look and walk the ruins. I did, and saw pictures of people in the debris, steam rose out of the stones and bricks, and the rain kept falling, falling, falling. A rolling sound of thunder echoed in the distance, it almost sounded like the hoof beats of many running horses. I heard whispering's, going on around me, but when I turned in the direction of the whisperings I saw no one. I saw the bus again, and saw a young woman get out, she looked like a girl I used to go to school with, she told me why are YOU here, you shouldn't be here. Then gave me a dirty look and walk away, I stood next to the steps of the bus and was about to step onto one of them when my British friend grabbed my arm and told me NO, you can't go in there. I was startled by his actions, but listened to him, because I could see the seriousness in his stark cold blue eyes. I asked him when will he show his face to me, he chuckled and said "in due time".
Next I was walking down a pathway that curved along as I walked, there were several trailers parked along the way,lined up with a string of lights hanging off of poles. There were hispanic people there, several men who appeared to be in their thirties. Their trailer had a wooden ramp that led up to the entrance of their trailer, they bade me to come in. I came into their shop as it was apparent that this was a caravan of markets, and inside the young men were trying to sell me a home. My British friend told them NO she isn't looking for a home she is here for knowledge. The trio of men eyed me suspiciously at first, then soften their glances at me then said look at these. Before me appeared several wooden skulls, they were beautiful, hand carved with care, and polished to a natural shine. The wood smelled of rich, earth. I picked one up to examine it, and sniffed it deeply. The men smiled, "you like?" they said in unison. I said yes, I truly do. "Recognize the aroma?" they said in unison again, I said yes I do, it smells of Patchouli. They smiled, and said, "it is good to know that you love the smell of the earth, the smell of that which covers the bodies and the bone's of your Ancestor's. You will learn much here" This also said in unison, and the sound of their voices sounded like many whisperings, not unpleasant, but eerie non the less. They told me to take the skull that I was admiring, they said it was mine, and I hoped that this was not just a dream, that I would wake up and find the skull still in my hands, but it was not. I thanked them. They smiled eerily at me. They told me goodbye young one, we will contact you again. I enjoyed listening to their voices, it mesmerized me, and comforted me at the same time. I liked the accent they spoke with, the accent used by people's who's primary language is Spanish, and are speaking in english.
The British man told me, it is time to go, wake up and remember what you saw.
brilliant and lovely were now covered in webs and dust.
Up ahead of me in a foyer there stood a man, whom I immediately recognized by the way he stood and his body language. It was my guide, the man who spoke with a British accent, he said hello, have you seen all that is your's? I told him how I had been wandering the hallways and that I saw old dusty furniture
that looked like once they might have been of a lush burgundy colored material. He said yes of course they were, they were of the lushest material of their time. He told me, look, look through this doorway. I looked out a window that was on the door he instructed me to look out of. I saw ruins, stone, and brick all fallen from the castle.Rain was falling from the
gray skies, falling on the stone, making it gleam a warm rose
color, steam rose from some of the ruins, as if it had once
been on fire. Wild rose vines entangled everywhere.
He said listen to what she says. I heard the woman's voice...she said..." this is the season where the wall's of the castle fall and collapse, a time when the veil between our world's grow thin. Now is the time when it is easiest to travel into the Underworld to learn of the stories of your Ancestor's. The halls you travelled are now dusty and gray, for the veil grows thin. Now is the time when the Master readies himself for the Hunt. Remember, now starts the thinning of the veil, the King has fallen, his blood is shed, the veil grow's thinner, now the Master mounts his steed and goes to claim his dead!"
I tried the doorknob to see if it would give and open, it did. My friend told me to go and look and walk the ruins. I did, and saw pictures of people in the debris, steam rose out of the stones and bricks, and the rain kept falling, falling, falling. A rolling sound of thunder echoed in the distance, it almost sounded like the hoof beats of many running horses. I heard whispering's, going on around me, but when I turned in the direction of the whisperings I saw no one. I saw the bus again, and saw a young woman get out, she looked like a girl I used to go to school with, she told me why are YOU here, you shouldn't be here. Then gave me a dirty look and walk away, I stood next to the steps of the bus and was about to step onto one of them when my British friend grabbed my arm and told me NO, you can't go in there. I was startled by his actions, but listened to him, because I could see the seriousness in his stark cold blue eyes. I asked him when will he show his face to me, he chuckled and said "in due time".
Next I was walking down a pathway that curved along as I walked, there were several trailers parked along the way,lined up with a string of lights hanging off of poles. There were hispanic people there, several men who appeared to be in their thirties. Their trailer had a wooden ramp that led up to the entrance of their trailer, they bade me to come in. I came into their shop as it was apparent that this was a caravan of markets, and inside the young men were trying to sell me a home. My British friend told them NO she isn't looking for a home she is here for knowledge. The trio of men eyed me suspiciously at first, then soften their glances at me then said look at these. Before me appeared several wooden skulls, they were beautiful, hand carved with care, and polished to a natural shine. The wood smelled of rich, earth. I picked one up to examine it, and sniffed it deeply. The men smiled, "you like?" they said in unison. I said yes, I truly do. "Recognize the aroma?" they said in unison again, I said yes I do, it smells of Patchouli. They smiled, and said, "it is good to know that you love the smell of the earth, the smell of that which covers the bodies and the bone's of your Ancestor's. You will learn much here" This also said in unison, and the sound of their voices sounded like many whisperings, not unpleasant, but eerie non the less. They told me to take the skull that I was admiring, they said it was mine, and I hoped that this was not just a dream, that I would wake up and find the skull still in my hands, but it was not. I thanked them. They smiled eerily at me. They told me goodbye young one, we will contact you again. I enjoyed listening to their voices, it mesmerized me, and comforted me at the same time. I liked the accent they spoke with, the accent used by people's who's primary language is Spanish, and are speaking in english.
The British man told me, it is time to go, wake up and remember what you saw.