Sleep Brings A Witchery Of Visions
Out of the cobwebs of the mind and sleep comes one of my most vivid experiences. When I awoke I was totally cognizant of what transpired and the witchery of the scenery.
I came upon a stone building that appeared to be a dusky grey stone cathedral resembling more of a castle. Upon entering I was greeted by shadowy rooms that appeared to be lost in a former life as if the building had been abandoned many years prior to my entry. The ceilings were high and the floor was a dusty shadow belying it's disuse.
That's not to say that there wasn't any furniture because hidden behind a post were the remnants of a long forgotten living room and sitting on the couch was a sister-in-law that I haven't seen in years and only just recently had contact with. I called her name and she helped me clear the fogged dirty glass that was once crystal clear windows.
As we cleaned the windows that reached high to the ceiling the room took on a brighter appearance. A small upper portion of each window was stained glass. As they were cleaned the shadows took on a reflective vision of a spectrum of colors.
Now the dusty floor took on a brightly polished yellowy wood finish. I left the living room and wandered through the winding maze of wooden hallways that had no walls just waist high railings until I came to a room that was all polished wood. In the center of the room was a beautiful upright piano and I remember thinking I had had one similar to this as a child. It had been my grandmother's boudoir piano made of mahogany. It was always had a shiny polish on it because it had been polished with Old English liquid polish.
Continuing along the radiantly polished wooden walkways, I pass a window and looking out saw the remnants of a stone walkway high above the ground. Apparently, my maze had taken on an upward slant. Coming to the end of the hallway, I came upon another dingy and poorly lit room.
Inside this room were wooden chairs and tables. I commented to the shadowy figure that I was walking with, "Oh, you have a poker room!" The shadowy figure assented and together we worked on the windows in that room, letting in the sunlight and brightness.
As most shadowy dreams go, I kept wandering back and forth through the maze of rooms until I subconsciously started to rouse into the reality of life and I awoke.
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