"He will find you, you know he will, he does not rest. He never will until he has his revenge. Blood for blood. "
The words chilled me to the bone and I sat up suddenly, feeling the sweat drench my body and my breath come in rapid gasps. I felt my hair cling to me like a second skin and it irritated me, I did not like the feeling. I felt the fear, I tasted the blood, I heard the animosity in the words.
It was one thing to feel sweat cling to my body and damp hair grasp the skin from enjoying a night of passion it had a different feeling, but to feel what I felt now was a whole different thing, and it felt completely different feeling and it felt,strange and all wrong.
This dream could belong to anyone, including myself, I could not yet tell who the words were for or why. I only know how it felt, we do not always get things clear at first sometimes they are just glimpses. I lay back down for a moment and I tossed the furs from me, I was hot. I watched the talisman that hung over where I slept I studied it for a moment as I tried to calm my breathing, the air felt like a soothing balm over my heated skin,but it was not enough, I needed to wash away this feeling, so I sat up and loosely braided my hair and slipped on a tunic and my leathers, and lifted from a nearby shelf a mixture of salt and herbs and I left my wagon.
The moonlight just barely splashed upon the ground as the darkness struggled in an eternal battle to keep the daylight at bay, the ongoing battle often brought an array of color that was magnificent to behold. But at this moment I did not take the time I usually do to drink in the beauty. I needed to wash away this feeling, and figure out what it meant.
Once I made my way along the stream and headed to my usual place that was concealed by some foliage, I would shed the clothing, feeling the gentle caress of the fading beams of shimmering light as I stepped into the cool water, I would hold the salt over my head as I lowered to let the water wet my skin, the coolness alone was like a healing balm, and I stood and took some of the salt and rubbed it along my skin, chanting softly as I removed whatever it was that reached out to touch me, I could allow myself to see it and feel it but I could not allow myself to hold it, so I protected myself and let it be released so that it would not affect me.
I could feel it flow from me and away from me. I would let myself remain immersed in the cool waters for some time before I got out, I would dry off and dress, just before the glimmers of light would flow over the plains.
I would sit there for awhile contemplating the dream when I saw the air before me ripple as if the heat of the fire was rising before me, yet there was no fire, I head the same tone once more, " What he had done was only the beginning." Now I suddenly felt cold, and I rested my chin on my knees. I tried not to think on this but I could not help but ponder it, I have felt this before. My hand touched my shoulder as pieces began to fit into place. A part of me began to figure it out, yet a part of me would not look at it. Had not enough blood been taken, I thought to myself then I had to blink a bit where did that thought come from and why.
An interesting puzzle, the question is what does it mean and what do I do about it?
The words chilled me to the bone and I sat up suddenly, feeling the sweat drench my body and my breath come in rapid gasps. I felt my hair cling to me like a second skin and it irritated me, I did not like the feeling. I felt the fear, I tasted the blood, I heard the animosity in the words.
It was one thing to feel sweat cling to my body and damp hair grasp the skin from enjoying a night of passion it had a different feeling, but to feel what I felt now was a whole different thing, and it felt completely different feeling and it felt,strange and all wrong.
This dream could belong to anyone, including myself, I could not yet tell who the words were for or why. I only know how it felt, we do not always get things clear at first sometimes they are just glimpses. I lay back down for a moment and I tossed the furs from me, I was hot. I watched the talisman that hung over where I slept I studied it for a moment as I tried to calm my breathing, the air felt like a soothing balm over my heated skin,but it was not enough, I needed to wash away this feeling, so I sat up and loosely braided my hair and slipped on a tunic and my leathers, and lifted from a nearby shelf a mixture of salt and herbs and I left my wagon.
The moonlight just barely splashed upon the ground as the darkness struggled in an eternal battle to keep the daylight at bay, the ongoing battle often brought an array of color that was magnificent to behold. But at this moment I did not take the time I usually do to drink in the beauty. I needed to wash away this feeling, and figure out what it meant.
Once I made my way along the stream and headed to my usual place that was concealed by some foliage, I would shed the clothing, feeling the gentle caress of the fading beams of shimmering light as I stepped into the cool water, I would hold the salt over my head as I lowered to let the water wet my skin, the coolness alone was like a healing balm, and I stood and took some of the salt and rubbed it along my skin, chanting softly as I removed whatever it was that reached out to touch me, I could allow myself to see it and feel it but I could not allow myself to hold it, so I protected myself and let it be released so that it would not affect me.
I could feel it flow from me and away from me. I would let myself remain immersed in the cool waters for some time before I got out, I would dry off and dress, just before the glimmers of light would flow over the plains.
I would sit there for awhile contemplating the dream when I saw the air before me ripple as if the heat of the fire was rising before me, yet there was no fire, I head the same tone once more, " What he had done was only the beginning." Now I suddenly felt cold, and I rested my chin on my knees. I tried not to think on this but I could not help but ponder it, I have felt this before. My hand touched my shoulder as pieces began to fit into place. A part of me began to figure it out, yet a part of me would not look at it. Had not enough blood been taken, I thought to myself then I had to blink a bit where did that thought come from and why.
An interesting puzzle, the question is what does it mean and what do I do about it?
