My nights have been filled with the oddest of dreams lately. People I haven’t seen in a dogs age ghost through briefly making contact and then disappearing in a puff of mist. There are some that will torment as that glide through, slinging names and jeering, bringing with them a feeling of malevolence. Then there are others that I feel compelled to help, to save from the misery that clings to them like mud on an old battered cloak. I can’t make heads or tails of these dreams, but there is something tickling at the back of my consciousness that suggest that there are reasons for these nightly visits. I just wish I knew what it was, aside, from maybe, guilt.
Posted by munin at December 29, 2002 11:08 AM