all you are to them is now a lost cause...
I had a dream last night that was rather vivid. I was in this house that, now that I think about it, somewhat resembled my old neighbors house but it was much more open and larger. It had wooden floors, and the walls were painted an ivory colour. I walked in through the front door, and it was a dry blue grey outside like the effects they have in music videos. The rooms were empty, though I really only saw two. There was the front entrance which led into a large room that was divided into three, there were stairs leading up on the left and then when you walked forwards there was the kitchen on the right with another staircase in the center that led upstairs. The back doors were French, and open with a breeze blowing transparent curtains.
There was this little girl, I'll name her Cadence for now, and she was dead. A ghost, but solid. She was pretty, pale skin with light freckles, long dark hair and beautiful doe like eyes of hazel with thick lashes. She wore a white dress, as did I. I always wear simple white summer dresses in my dreams for some reason. She was angry, and sad. She walked towards the back door, and where she stepped rotten rose petals appeared. When she turned back around, I was in her life. She had a family, Mother, Father, and two siblings. She was the youngest. There was a man that was trying to be with her mother, but she was in a happy marriage. He kept barging in however, and even came in through the back door and sat at the breakfast table when the parents were busy. During this time, everything was bright. There was furniture around and the girl was happy, though skeptical, curious, and rather frightend of the man.
As a note, the man kept turning into a pretty woman. It kept changing between a man wanting to get with the wife to a woman trying to steal the husband. In the end it was the man after the wife, so that is how I shall continue this story.
One day the man has stepped on the childrens toys, and then had a bit of a spaz and told the children things that children shouldn't hear. I'm not sure what it was, I just know the man stepped on her doll and then tore it's head off and pulled out the stuffing. The father had enough of this man, for the mother was too kind to make him leave, and so the father took over. The next day the family, save for the father, was eating breakfast. The mother was washing dishes when the man came in. The mother went outside, following a trail of rose petals the man had left. She walked over to the garden on the right of the back yard, where her husbands bloody corpse lied under a mountain of rose petals. She fell to her knees and screamed, sobbing and pounding the ground.
The man was sitting at the table, watching from the window. Cadence stood from her chair and went to pick up the petals and crawled around, following the path. The man kept dragging her back, saying the petals were not something for her to play with. The mother came back inside with a grave face, and continued with the dishes.
My dream changed to being at my house, I dyed parts of my hair pink, and I wanted to put blue in so that it wouldn't be so bright but my blue turned out to be blonde. I was all excited because there was supposed to be this party and a guy I liked was going to be there but by the time I came back with the blue dye everyone was there and I still had this towel on my head hiding the brightness of this pale pink. So I excused myself and put the blue in and came down an hour later. It was weird.
The dream changed again and it involved magicks of some kind. I was riding a horse around this trail and I had to pick things up off of the backs of other horses [which were all black by the way] because Lor had been stupid and done bad things.
In the end I was back in the old house with the child, who in the beginning was hostile but since I understood and saw what happend she made me out to be her sister and held my hand.
That's all I really remember. This blog was just a procrastination tactic of mine. :]
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