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Conjunction of Auspices
Aug. 2nd, 2008 11:30 pmToday is the 13th anniversary of my Dad's passing. Death, rather, not passing. Passing is such a polite term, and so very inadequate. But this post isn't intended to be morbid, just frank.
I woke up an hour and a half early to a disturbing dream - I was in the house at the farm where I grew up (and mom still lives, where dad died) and in my old bedroom. The windows there had been replaced with wide picture windows like the ones in the remodeled porch/sun room (mom remodeled with the life insurance $). It was broad daylight outside and I could see the expanse of green lawn and terraces and trees, but it was also very stormy - windy? There were strange creatures ala the Mist being blown about by it. At first it seemed like they were attacking the house, trying to break the glass, but instead it was obvious they were being thrown about by the winds and smashed into the glass to their doom. There were flatworm shaped flying things, about the size of birds,but they schooled like fish...they were sharp and tapered on both ends, with no apparent wings or limbs, they were a blood red color and splattered with a thunderous impact en masse against the windows, then disappeared. Various other such entities (a cadaverous dog thing, with skin removed and dripping, a giant blue-gray horse like hulking thing) met their demise or were hurled past the windows by the buffeting winds. There was someone in the room with me, probably Dad. Though I worried the windows would break, they never did.
I am not at all unaware of the timing of this coinciding with the culmination of much personal transition and stress in my life including the impending move to the new apt, the purging of much physical and emotional stuff from the last 25 years. By the time I move, I will have lived here in this house the same amount of time I lived at the farm.
Fearful symmetry, indeed.
I woke up an hour and a half early to a disturbing dream - I was in the house at the farm where I grew up (and mom still lives, where dad died) and in my old bedroom. The windows there had been replaced with wide picture windows like the ones in the remodeled porch/sun room (mom remodeled with the life insurance $). It was broad daylight outside and I could see the expanse of green lawn and terraces and trees, but it was also very stormy - windy? There were strange creatures ala the Mist being blown about by it. At first it seemed like they were attacking the house, trying to break the glass, but instead it was obvious they were being thrown about by the winds and smashed into the glass to their doom. There were flatworm shaped flying things, about the size of birds,but they schooled like fish...they were sharp and tapered on both ends, with no apparent wings or limbs, they were a blood red color and splattered with a thunderous impact en masse against the windows, then disappeared. Various other such entities (a cadaverous dog thing, with skin removed and dripping, a giant blue-gray horse like hulking thing) met their demise or were hurled past the windows by the buffeting winds. There was someone in the room with me, probably Dad. Though I worried the windows would break, they never did.
I am not at all unaware of the timing of this coinciding with the culmination of much personal transition and stress in my life including the impending move to the new apt, the purging of much physical and emotional stuff from the last 25 years. By the time I move, I will have lived here in this house the same amount of time I lived at the farm.
Fearful symmetry, indeed.
