Still wandering.
May. 10th, 2009 08:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crowsTwo more nights, and still nothing, or little.
The night before last, there are flashes of images in dark gunmetal grey, almost like the heavy strokes of an abstract painting. Out of the visual noise, I can make the figure of a man who might be dressed in a uniform. Among his storm tones there is a flash of red, but I'm not sure from what. A sash, or a medal, I suspect. I feel like I should be able to remember the sound of his voice but I can't, quite.
Last night, more confused bits and pieces. There's something very 'adventurous'; myself and a group setting out to do something daring and dangerous, ending up somewhere unfamiliar, but I don't remember the details. Also, two segments of being trapped in some kind of hotel room, mostly with that group but sometimes it was just my mother and I. The first time it was only for about two days, but the second time we waited for a lot longer than that, until I got the hare that we needed to pack everything and be ready to haul ass out of there quickly. We watched out the windows of doors we couldn't GO out to see clouds driven across the sky at a really, really frantic speed; darker wisps whipped around in a huge arc like some kind of swarm of frightened birds. I felt a great deal of dread.
The night before last, there are flashes of images in dark gunmetal grey, almost like the heavy strokes of an abstract painting. Out of the visual noise, I can make the figure of a man who might be dressed in a uniform. Among his storm tones there is a flash of red, but I'm not sure from what. A sash, or a medal, I suspect. I feel like I should be able to remember the sound of his voice but I can't, quite.
Last night, more confused bits and pieces. There's something very 'adventurous'; myself and a group setting out to do something daring and dangerous, ending up somewhere unfamiliar, but I don't remember the details. Also, two segments of being trapped in some kind of hotel room, mostly with that group but sometimes it was just my mother and I. The first time it was only for about two days, but the second time we waited for a lot longer than that, until I got the hare that we needed to pack everything and be ready to haul ass out of there quickly. We watched out the windows of doors we couldn't GO out to see clouds driven across the sky at a really, really frantic speed; darker wisps whipped around in a huge arc like some kind of swarm of frightened birds. I felt a great deal of dread.