WADF rides again!
Mar. 12th, 2011 11:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
duane_kcOkay, usually weird dreams are just something I expect with this screwed-up mind of mine, but this one I can't shake, nor can I figure out why it's got me so damn depressed today.
I'm walking into what I recognize as the tiny town/neighborhood I grew up in, (Tecumseh, KS, for those that know it,) and there's a Civil War reenactment going on. The Confederates are losing, badly; I look closer and there are no Union troops, just dying Confederate soldiers. This seems significant for some reason.
I keep walking, and everything turns sepia-toned. I realize I'm trapped. I come to a chain-link fence, with an open gate, and stop at the gate. I see my friend Elisha walking toward me, medieval-style gown in deep blue velvet and silver brocade(again, unknown why it's significant), oddly, she's in normal color. She looks at me and, sounding like I've just absolutely *crushed* her dreams, just says, "Oh, Duane...no." Somehow I know she can leave and return to this place freely, she's in love with and married to her career, and that frees her somehow.
I turn around, and see some people desperately trying to leave, and a wind whips up and blows them away like dust, nothing left, like they never existed at all. Walking in past the place where they vanished, is someone I recognize as the leader of this place. Tall, thin, black clothes, long black hair, black Vandyke beard; no one I know from real life. Almost looks like Anton LaVey, except I know it isn't. He walks up to me, and simply asks, "Why are you still here?" I realize, somehow, true love is the key to escaping, and spit back, bitterly, "Because she's out there, and I'm in here, and we'll never meet again." (Note that I have no idea who I'm referring to here.)
And that's where I wake up.
I'm walking into what I recognize as the tiny town/neighborhood I grew up in, (Tecumseh, KS, for those that know it,) and there's a Civil War reenactment going on. The Confederates are losing, badly; I look closer and there are no Union troops, just dying Confederate soldiers. This seems significant for some reason.
I keep walking, and everything turns sepia-toned. I realize I'm trapped. I come to a chain-link fence, with an open gate, and stop at the gate. I see my friend Elisha walking toward me, medieval-style gown in deep blue velvet and silver brocade(again, unknown why it's significant), oddly, she's in normal color. She looks at me and, sounding like I've just absolutely *crushed* her dreams, just says, "Oh, Duane...no." Somehow I know she can leave and return to this place freely, she's in love with and married to her career, and that frees her somehow.
I turn around, and see some people desperately trying to leave, and a wind whips up and blows them away like dust, nothing left, like they never existed at all. Walking in past the place where they vanished, is someone I recognize as the leader of this place. Tall, thin, black clothes, long black hair, black Vandyke beard; no one I know from real life. Almost looks like Anton LaVey, except I know it isn't. He walks up to me, and simply asks, "Why are you still here?" I realize, somehow, true love is the key to escaping, and spit back, bitterly, "Because she's out there, and I'm in here, and we'll never meet again." (Note that I have no idea who I'm referring to here.)
And that's where I wake up.
