the dream remains, thank you to wolf and willow for your thoughts, them dream is still the same except the dream is somewhat clearer. As I walk I stop at a mausoleum, the script in which is written is familar but I don't understand it then I hear the song again, I turn it the night and as I turn, it as if I am cradled in the arms of someone or something, but I can't see it, then I hear whispers, "my love my heart come nearer to me."
We shall see what comes of it!
Loves
Bellsa
I have this reoccuring dream so in hopes of getting it out of my head I will share it.
It is night and the moon is high in the sky. I'm walking through a path of grass, to my left a marble buliding to my right a high black gate. The wieght of my violin in one hand a rose in the other. The darkness seems to call Iz...a ...bell...sa. I keep walking, I don't know why but I feel as if I'm being drawn... Iz...a...bell...sa I hear it again. I lift my violin to play, my fingers grace the strings and notes begin to fill the night, behind me a voice begins to sing, I turn but see nothing but a shadow, I close my eyes and keep playing, again the voice sings this time I join it, and as my finger lifts from the last note a hand reaches to me through the darkness, then I wake, I have had this dream a thousand times in the past few weeks.
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LordWolf
02:02 May 06 2010
and i become more and more curious....
~W~