Black Water
I was wearing a beautiful gown in a mansion last night. Surrounded by people I didn't know. I remember the extravagant gardens outside, but more-so, searching through the house. It's winding staircases and cubbyholes, trap doors, molding on those high ceilings were amazing. Light blues, aquas, magentas, navy blues. At one point a fake witch that came out of the floor boards in the attic. People were terrified, saying the house was haunted, while I tried to point out the strings that lofted it into the air. I shouted, no one listened. They were busy running for the stairs. Pansies. I stayed to stare until I realized I was alone.. Then I skittered off myself. Usually, when fake poltergeists are involved there's no feeling of goodwill to go with it.
I spent part of the time in the gardens, watching Cody and Elyse flirt, as I sat in the middle wondering how long this had gone on. I believe I walked by, when she was surrounded by a gaggle of girls, to call her a slut and kept going. Oh, the fantastical insults I come up with!
Things got a little fuzzy after that point. There was a long journey, and a caravan that fell into a lake. I saved Buffy from drowning in the caravan. At another point she was a bird. A duck, I believe. She was startled and fled to a lake. Dudley was there to do what his ancestors did and corralled her, pushing her back to me, into my arms. All I remember is the fantastic landscapes, huge trees, greens and browns. The black water that I couldn't see through. The dark wooden boards the caravan teetered and creaked on before slipping to one side and sinking.
Moral of the story? Fuck if I know. BUT. I dream in vivid, breathtaking colors.
I spent part of the time in the gardens, watching Cody and Elyse flirt, as I sat in the middle wondering how long this had gone on. I believe I walked by, when she was surrounded by a gaggle of girls, to call her a slut and kept going. Oh, the fantastical insults I come up with!
Things got a little fuzzy after that point. There was a long journey, and a caravan that fell into a lake. I saved Buffy from drowning in the caravan. At another point she was a bird. A duck, I believe. She was startled and fled to a lake. Dudley was there to do what his ancestors did and corralled her, pushing her back to me, into my arms. All I remember is the fantastic landscapes, huge trees, greens and browns. The black water that I couldn't see through. The dark wooden boards the caravan teetered and creaked on before slipping to one side and sinking.
Moral of the story? Fuck if I know. BUT. I dream in vivid, breathtaking colors.