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sickle_stories.
It's based on a dream I had a the night of June 2-3, 2007.
The dream:
It's all very dark - night-time in a city. But it's not a big city, with lights and cars. Anyway, I can only see a small alleyway. Then we're inside an apartment, in a room. I don't remember who he is, or why he's there, but to me, the pale man lying on the bed, hiding or exhausted, is an angel. There's somehting terribly sad and vulnerable about him, and I love him and cradle him in the dark. I think there is a bit of the albino monk in him, and Joscelin, and even the "lonely angel" of The Doctor, as seen by Madame de Pompadour**, now that I think it. Anyway, it has left me feeling all day strangely sad and yearning for the angel in the abandoned room of the dark apartment. It's like a version of Nit and the little girl in the bedroom***. I ought to find out the story behind it, or at least write out the scene I see. It's just so heartbreaking and loving at the same time, I keep returning to it. One of those truly inspiring dreams, despite not giving much in the way of story or anything like that. It's just so - such a full moment, short though it may be.
* "Sing for Absolution", Muse
** "He delivers great punch to the realization that the humans around him have the comparable lifespan of fruit flies, and that in the end, he will always be a lonely little boy." (Here)
*** A story I have yet to write, about the anthropomorphic personification of the dark, who may just be a fallen angel. One poem's lines sum it best: "stripped of harp, halo and wings, and sent hurtling into darkness". (Dunno the poem's title or author, much to my frustration.)
sickle_stories.It's based on a dream I had a the night of June 2-3, 2007.
The dream:
It's all very dark - night-time in a city. But it's not a big city, with lights and cars. Anyway, I can only see a small alleyway. Then we're inside an apartment, in a room. I don't remember who he is, or why he's there, but to me, the pale man lying on the bed, hiding or exhausted, is an angel. There's somehting terribly sad and vulnerable about him, and I love him and cradle him in the dark. I think there is a bit of the albino monk in him, and Joscelin, and even the "lonely angel" of The Doctor, as seen by Madame de Pompadour**, now that I think it. Anyway, it has left me feeling all day strangely sad and yearning for the angel in the abandoned room of the dark apartment. It's like a version of Nit and the little girl in the bedroom***. I ought to find out the story behind it, or at least write out the scene I see. It's just so heartbreaking and loving at the same time, I keep returning to it. One of those truly inspiring dreams, despite not giving much in the way of story or anything like that. It's just so - such a full moment, short though it may be.
* "Sing for Absolution", Muse
** "He delivers great punch to the realization that the humans around him have the comparable lifespan of fruit flies, and that in the end, he will always be a lonely little boy." (Here)
*** A story I have yet to write, about the anthropomorphic personification of the dark, who may just be a fallen angel. One poem's lines sum it best: "stripped of harp, halo and wings, and sent hurtling into darkness". (Dunno the poem's title or author, much to my frustration.)
