Wandering

I have quite a few dreams where I'm just kind of walking. My thoughts whirled and yet they were all so very muted. A sharp pain to dulled senses. I dreamt last night of crows... and I'm now listening to the song that played in my dreams... "A Horse with No Name"... then "Tainted Love"... "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun"... "Behind Blue Eyes"... "Crazy"... I love it. I know there was more, music played throughout the dreams, I just somehow remember the lyrics... maybe they were all mashed together, I don't remember if each song played in turn or what.

I was travelling through a rainforest, then a desert, then by a lake crowned with cherry blossoms. The whole time cats amassed at my heels. I didn't really know where I was going but I did. The small sharp pain in my chest grew and grew as I drew closer and closer to my destination. I stopped to paint a portrait of the lake with the cherry blossoms and the black and white snake woman talking to the undead rabbits with blood oozing from their panting mouths and wide doll-like eyes.

I travelled for what seemed like an ageless eternity... on and on through disgruntled crowds and animated torture devices lashing out at me. The dream just became progressively darker as I walked onward... until I was walking barefoot on cobblestones in stormy weather... until I reached a rotten Aztec pyramid and had to drag my tired body up each agonizing, razor-decorated step. When I reached the top, on my hands and knees, I stood up and from those dark, angry storm clouds a flurry of black feathers and the call of ravens forced me to shield my face with my bleeding arms.

That's when I felt this unendurable sadness and felt myself collapse to my knees. The pain in my chest suddenly flattened and threw my heavy heart into disarray. That's when I felt a cold touch... a soothing frost working its way from the pores in my skin to the blood in my veins and taming the ravaging heat of poison and of hurt and sorrow and all those nasty things. I gritted my teeth, grinded them furiously, as the cooling effect worked it's way to my heart, cleansing, wonderful, like cold water on a hot summer's day. I finally unshielded my eyes, the lids fluttering open, and in the dark, muted light of the storm, I saw him standing there waiting, his hand already entwined with one of my own... feeding me that soothing cold.

I rushed him, pounced on him, the fleeting notion of why he would be here of all places forgotten as I embraced him. His giant black wings unfurled and enveloped me as strongly as his own arms.