For the longest time, I didn't know if i should write this or share this with anyone, but I guess I'm writing this now. It was about the beginning of summer, late spring. I was stressed and I thought of a lot of daunting thoughts. I began to cry a bit. I felt like crying. I think it was due to a loss of purpose. It's getting harder to achieve a dream or a goal in this world sometimes. I find that it is especially so when it comes to one that is pure and positive. Or perhaps it was because I was just feeling unhappy emotions at the time. Sometimes music helps to alter your mind, but that time, I guess music just brought my feelings up to the surface, which was probably good at the time because I would've held those emotions in and it could have been worse. Good thing I was alone, too. I hate crying in front of people. I never cried at funerals even though I felt like crying.
I took a nap afterwards. I'm a little quirky that way. I think during this time around, I felt that the fae come back you know. Or at least, the ones a I'm a little more familiar with. I haven't been interacting with them since I'm not alone this summer. Last summer, I had the home to myself and it was much easier to contact them. I gave an offering prior to the nap.
I had a dream while sleeping of moving in and out of worlds. There was an Elf king on a wooden throne. He had golden hair, dressed in blue, darkblue, white robes, and wore these gold adornments around his neck. I think they have a certain meaning or power to them. Apparently, his throne was right there where the tiny shrine is on the other side of the Veil where humans live. I think he hears the pleas of village people who come and pray at this tiny shrine. He looked like he had somewhat of a headache and was a little stressed out. There was this other elf with auburn hair wearing green and brown. He carried a bow and some arrows. And for some reason, I'm familiar with him. He seemed like a ranger. I can't remember the conversation they were having. Something that had to do with me. I didn't understand the language they were speaking. I remembered acknowledging the king with a bow as I left and he sort of gave me a nod and waved.
I woke up shortly...
You know, they say that you are yourself the most when you sleep or when you dream. I never really know if my dreams are real or not, but sometimes they are extremely vivid and the memory sticks with me forever. Sometimes I catch myself looking for elements from a previous dream amid the reality of the waking world. Amazingly enough, there are times I actually find them in reality...
