I dreamed during my earlier three-and-a-half hour sleep that I was in a house... and it was my house. Mind you, I've never seen this house before in my waking moments but in the dream it was like I had always been there. But something weird was happening... I'd walk around and find it hard to move suddenly, for a moment, until I had moved farther along. It was like there was some sort of barrier there that I could pass through if I tried but it felt so odd.
These barriers were all over the place. Then I realized there were people in my house, people I didn't know. I tried talking to them, asking them what they were doing in my house, but they ignored me. Suddenly I realized I could walk through them, and it was just like the feeling of the invisible barriers. The people talked like the previous owner of the house had died some time ago. I realized... they were talking about me.
I remember the boy the most. He was about 10 maybe, and he picked up a magazine that had featured my house once upon a time. I watched over his shoulder as he looked at the pictures, and as I saw various photographs of the extensive outer grounds I began to have very strange feelings. Like some of the pictures were important. I started turning the magazine pages myelf, and the boy was surprised at first but he didn't react with the fear I had expected. It was like he had already guessed there was a ghost in the house. So he sat there while I madly tried to find the right picture.
It was a picture of an overgrown bank with a twisted old tree growing atop it, the roots twining over rough dirt beside murky water. I remember thinking,
This is it. This is where I died... or where I'm buried. I wondered if the boy could help me, I wanted to tell him that's where my body was. Maybe... maybe somehow my spirit could be freed from this place if only someone would bring whoever killed me to justice. I reached
into the picture and moved two dead sticks that were photographed there so that they made a little X over the spot where I felt sure I had been buried. Under those twisted roots.
Please, please help me. Can you see? Are you listening?Then I woke up.
ETA to Florida trip: 2.5 hours
We weren't meant to take life's journey alone, and you need to know,
someone has your back covered.
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