Crazy Dream
Okay, so I've been having crazy dreams lately that have left me uneasy. There's one in particular:
Just so you know, there are some fantasy elements that I can't explain...
It begins at the end. I'm standing in room that's almost completely destroyed, surrounded by the bodies of loved ones and strangers who perished in the incident. Oddly enough, it resembles Donovan Dining Center. So, I'm standing next to my lover, though I cannot see his face, and we're holding hands as we stare at the carnage. The survivors are yelling at me, like I'm the cause of everything. My responsibility for their deaths was implied. As they blamed me, I lowered my head and began to weep.
He tried comforting me, but nothing was helping. I told him, I woulnd't be able to see him any longer and that I had to correct this problem. I stepped away from him and started singing a song to the tune of Pokarekare Ana (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koi_f3fB2h8). One by one, the injured were healed and the deceased revived. The song came at a cost--my life. I was still crying, not for the dead, but for him, as I slowly slipped away while cradled in his arms.
I still don't know what I did.
I've been trying to make sense of this for days. What do you think?
Just so you know, there are some fantasy elements that I can't explain...
It begins at the end. I'm standing in room that's almost completely destroyed, surrounded by the bodies of loved ones and strangers who perished in the incident. Oddly enough, it resembles Donovan Dining Center. So, I'm standing next to my lover, though I cannot see his face, and we're holding hands as we stare at the carnage. The survivors are yelling at me, like I'm the cause of everything. My responsibility for their deaths was implied. As they blamed me, I lowered my head and began to weep.
He tried comforting me, but nothing was helping. I told him, I woulnd't be able to see him any longer and that I had to correct this problem. I stepped away from him and started singing a song to the tune of Pokarekare Ana (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koi_f3fB2h8). One by one, the injured were healed and the deceased revived. The song came at a cost--my life. I was still crying, not for the dead, but for him, as I slowly slipped away while cradled in his arms.
I still don't know what I did.
I've been trying to make sense of this for days. What do you think?