Dream

[smokingboot]

Intense. Walking up a flight of steps with some friends, suddenly feeling very faint, my body telling me there was the outline of a woman, but it was almost as though I was trying to make myself believe the place was haunted, like a child getting over excited, too involved in a story.

Cut then to a verdant wild place, clambering and exploring with larians. Lots of trees and rocks, lovely but haunted and this time it was for real. I saw nothing, but the air and the land was thick with it. From a high place we saw many castles here and there, jutting up out of the woodlands, and I didn't know if that strange atmosphere came from them, it was certainly tangible between where we stood and where they were.

larians led us to the boundaries on two sides of this little land, bordered by small stones, jutting up out of the earth. I had the feeling that this whole thing was the shape of a diamond, and as I write this, I recognise that in the Boot lexicon of dreams, the diamond that I connect with land is the norse rune Ing, from Ingvi Frey, the god who rides in a cart...the god specifically connected to England. And yes, it looked like England. But such a weird atmosphere! Not even Halloween haunted; I wasn't waiting to see the ghosts, like I was in the first part of the dream. It was something else, disconcerting and hard to describe.