Rhea (natura_anima) wrote in voicesinmyhead, @ 2007-11-02 23:02:00 |
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I dream normal people dreams. You know, flying in the sky, running in places unknown, and the occassional I-forgot-my-pants-at-home embarassing ones.
But sometimes there are dreams that I can only remember in sharp flashes. Of impressive power.. the kind of power that makes trees grow and mountains move. I don't know why, but thats the closest I've ever come to explaining it. Sometimes there are people, a man who feels like a trickster, and another who feels like the sky and lightning, one I cared for very much.. much like a son. There are others I know, but they're just passing thoughts, glances. Wine, flyng, fire, death...
Sometimes I don't remember the dreams much at all. I wake up in a sweat and scared for my life, like something was chasing me the whole night. Those dreams are the most unpleasant at all; its hard to move for a few days after those.
The one thing that remains constant in these dreams is that I always feel at home.. and when I wake up, I don't know where I am.