im still here
god willing. so its been more than a minute. shock and awe i have several to sit at the computer. i once used this place to record my dreams. maybe i should consider making it that once more..starting now
last night…
the house is elaborate..your first thought of something early victorian multi-leveled house. Wood floors, blanketed with thick floral carpeting (a limish green with pink flowers). Paintings adorn the walls, small tables with flowers are tucked into corners. needless to say the house was old, decrepit…
i decide to ascend the first stair case (there are several leading to what looks like a 50 story building on the inside) i reach the second floor only to find it a small landing..like a half floor between the first and second. I am greeted by Sarah and Virginia, both wearing off white dresses with lace around the bottom..lace gloves to match. it is at this point i realize Virginia is not Virginia but a witch desguised as her.. the witch’s hair is long bleach blond and it covers most her face (parted down the center) There is a wooden bench built into the wall on the far side of the landing..Sarah and Virginia are silent as they sit on the bench..virginia has a camera in her hand. one of those exploding bulb cameras from the late 1800s.
there was a picture on the wall (im not sure what it was of)but it called to me, begging to be brought down and anyone that does would recieve a message that could be read upon the back. i do as she asks (assuming its a she) and as my eyes follow her back i see virginia raise her camera. i stop, look up at her and tell her that this is forbidden, that noone should take a picture of something so sacred.
the writting on the back motivates me back to the stair case. i place the picture back on the wall gently and make my way over to the railing, feeling myself pulled upward. i can tell the stairs mean something.
before i can figure out what, sarah grabs me by my waist and throws me into a turnstile that has appeared on the landing near a large window. the turnstile spins only 3 times with my weight and stops abruptly. confused-im ready to be angry with her. that is until a white convertable galaxy 500 comes tearing UP the staircase from the main level..it flies past on upstiars. the driver is a woman, maybe in her 50s, she has bright red hair that stands out against her white scarf that is wrapped about her. there is a wild smile on her face as she blows by.
i get the feelin jon is nearby and im set to look for him. i call his name only once and i get the feelin he is too far to hear. i walk toward the window where the turnstile once was but has now disappeared. there is a wooden path-pier like- looming maybe 20 feet off the ground that extends from the window ledge out. it is surrounded by forest, overgrown. the path is long since used and the forest has claimed it as its own (no longer man made) carefully i move to step onto the path. my feet are bare and im now wearing the same dress as virginia and sarah.. i can feel the cold wood on my feet, moss covered, slick.. it is then i notice the light that moves through the trees. it stops vertically at the path, not scattering to the forest floor as though it would in real life. im now standing at the start of the path and i can feel that this is the path i was suppose to follow all along..to be apart of this whole time….
and i wake up..