Friday, 31 October 2008
A Truce - and Curious Goings On
The above picture says it all, I think. Bussie and Mollie have finally laid down arms – for a minute...
The other night I had the strangest dream A little girl stood in front of me and put her arms up towards me. I bent down, picked her up, and she hugged me tight, wrapping her legs around my waist, clutching me with hot little arms, her head tucked into the nook by my chin. I held her tight and rocked her until she was comforted, and felt as if someone had punched me in the stomach. Who was this girl, and why did I love her so much?
The dream was at once deeply upsetting yet a great comfort, and stayed with me all day, not fading as dreams usually do. The image grew stronger, which made me think she has a purpose.
So I wondered who she was. The daughter I never had?
The sister I never had?
Me as a little girl.
An embodiment of life and death – for they are different ends of the same spectrum.
Or perhaps I'm just being analytical and it was just one of those strange things that you can't account for.
On the way home from seeing a friend last night I came round the corner to our flat and there beside me was the little girl, skipping along and calling me. She held my hand and we swung arms and then she faded away.
When I woke in the middle of the night, she was there again. Close by, needing me there while she went to sleep.
Curiouser and curiouser...