Walking through a dream, I stumble upon a massive, mostly abandoned castle with 5 large spikes protruding out the top. Its a long climb up a seamingly endless staircase to the castle grounds, which are swarming with students..the main level and up are operating as a school...My mind wanders off to a farm field, where a cute house is nuzzled into the tree line. I run past it down the hill as my feet are drawn to the bottom of it. It looks run down, uncared for and yet sunflowers grow tall still. They look odd, smushed and swirly yet puffy and cartoony. They grow out of weeds and tall grass. I notice a road seemingly layed amongst the wild that is like an illusion... A ghostpath. As I stood there longer trying to understand what I was seeing..ghost-like people appeared and were walking along this road, cycling, living and yet could not see or hear me. I tried yelling to see if that would get there attention..it seemed as though they were ignoring me..then, as if it was scripted and I had memorized this moment..an older lady sitting on a bench in the crowd said they can only hear you if you speak close to them, softly. I then went up to the first person I noticed needed some love, walked up to them and whispered you are loved. I did this for a blurr of a few minutes it seemed then wandered up to the house. My mother and I then began to cast a spell in rhymes to lift the vail that kept those lost spirits trapped in limbo...we laughed and cried...then Im back at the mostly abandoned castle and I find a way in. Each room is more exciting and rusty than the last. I run into a bunch of students loungin and some of them even fixed up one room so well, you would think you were in someones house. This is when the schools security found me and kicked me out..back into the waking world.
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 01:11:24 +0000
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