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I don't remember when I had this dream per say, but it's stuck with me for years.
In it, I was the daughter of a Village Lord in China. I had snuck away from the palace and I found my way into a little part of the town that was not to savory. While I was there, I was attacked by a group of men, but I was saved by a tall man. He had long black hair and simple clothes, but not peasant’s clothing. He saved me and I felt an instant draw to him, like I had known him forever.
I wanted to spend more time with him, so I told him to meet me outside the village by the ancient Cherry Tree. He agreed with a smile and I went back to my home.
The dream skipped a bunch of times, kind of like still life photos in a slide show. I know that we grew together and I fell in love but I didn't tell him. After the skips, we had met one night under the tree wich had yet to bloom, and I told him I wanted to run away with him. I didn't want to marry into a rich family, I didn't want to be stuck anymore. I wanted to be free and with him. He said he would take me away to his own home land and that we'd be happy together. We agreed to meet the next night under the tree and we would leave from there.
On the day we were supposed to escape, I left the palace around dusk. I didn't know it but I was followed by a poor man. As I approached the tree, he came out to meet me on the dusty road. As I got close to him, about a foot or so, the man who followed me attacked and stabbed me through the lower back and up out through the chest. He then took a dagger and slit my throat with it. I was dead in the dream, but I could still see and hear. When the man pulled his sword out of my body, I slumped forward and he caught me while holding me up. Carefully he set me down on the ground and stood to face the man who killed me. I didn't see how the poor man was killed, but I know he was.
After my killer was gone, the one who I was to run away with picked me up from the ground and carried me over to the tree. He set me down again in the grass this time and I watched him cry as he dug my grave. Once the hole was dug, he picked me up from the grass and sat with his back to the tree, rested me in his lap, and held onto me while humming a soft song. I could see the stars in the sky and I could feel his tears falling on my face. Just before the sun set fully, he carefully set me in the grave and removed his jacket and lay it over me, and then from his pocket produced a small comb pin that was green and pink. It was made of coral and a single pearl. He crossed my hands over my stomach and placed the comb on my chest, between my breasts where I had been stabbed. He hummed again as he began to bury me.
This time I could see him from above, like I was a ghost in the tree. I watched him cry and sing for me and I wanted to tell him I loved him. I was going to tell him that I loved him when we were going to meet and run off, but I never got the chance to.
 Commie Fanny Whammer · Mon Sep 29, 2008 @ 08:40pm · 0 Comments |
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