|Clean Hands of Blood
||[Jan. 31st, 2005|02:21 pm]
Realm of visions
*This entry is crossposted at my own journal and abstractions*|
Three nights ago I had a dream, and then a semi-dream. The dream did not bother me as much, because I've long had strange, vivid dreams. However, the semi-dream was something unexpected. I'd been meditating, and then I saw two people: one male, one female. They were standing, facing one another. His hands were held out in front of him, palms up, and both were looking down at his hands. They were clean. But the girl, looking mystified, murmured, "there's blood on your hands." Obviously, he saw the source of concern as well, because his eyes were fixed on his hands, his face in the same awed look that she had on her face.
Two nights ago, that came back. This time, I could clearly tell that they were standing outside. She was using a yellow flashlight of normal size. It was night time. They were standing on grass. The same looks on their faces, the (almost) same phrase, "you have blood on your hands." Except now it was "you have blood on your hands," rather than "there's blood on your hands."