She's back. She's getting stronger in my dreams. This go around, we went adventuring into an abandoned 1950s home. I can't get over of how beautiful her dark red hair, bright green eyes, fair pale skin just absolutely make my heart melt.
The house we explored, was beautiful. I wish I could have seen it in its original state. Now I didn't know the woman I keep seeing is also into tarot, able to see the spirits like me and also able to communicate with them. The people we seen were dressed like 1940s pajamas. The house had alot of similarities as the house I'm living in now. The basement where my room is, appeared to be an old wash room.
Now we sat near the kitchen/dining room area, drawing our tarot cars. She has such powerful energy around her. Reminds me of Velma from Scooby Doo. Anyways as we were pulling cards, this black lady walked passed us dressed in her pajamas, giving us a disapproving look in our direction. We were kind of taken by surprise as she walked by. The house was supposed to have been abandoned for the last 50 years. We both looked at each other like "wait, what the fuck was that?!" We asked more questions for the cards to answer, and the cards were matching on both of our decks even though we had separate decks. like we would both get a card pulled at the same time and it would be the exact same cards.
As we went to stand up to go explore some more, out of nowhere, the black lady that passed us before, walks passed us again. Only this time she went down the stairs to the basement. I remember blatantly saying to the lady "have a good night ma'am" and to which she replied "thank you" and kept going. So what do we do being all adventurous and mildly arrogant? We walk off after her to see where she is going. Turned out to be a good idea after all. As we got down the extra long flight of stairs, we see her candlelight, lighting the way. We are obviously about as curious as a playful kitty that sees a new toy. We take off into another corridor, looking for the next best spot to check stuff out. We make a few lefts and a few rights, we come to a beautiful ballroom. The floors looked as if they were just freshly waxed the day before with a perfect glass like polish on it. As were checking out the gorgeous paintings of times gone, we come up to a beautiful Victorian era hutch. Intricate gold inlays in the wood, expensive silver tarnished door handles, mahogany wood grain. And inside was an intricate and delicate sculpture.
The best way I can describe this sculpture, made of white marble, hand carved into the wing of a large raven. On this wing was a battle scene from a war that had to have happened centuries ago. She was afraid to touch it, meanwhile I scoop it up just as you would cradle a newborn. Some of the pieces were made out of very light crystals that sparkled in the light just as her eyes do.
We both hear a bloodcurdling scream coming from where we had entered the room at. we both snapped our heads to that direction like rabid animals on a hunt. I put the sculpture back where I got it, closed the doors gently and headed to where we heard the sound. As we walked for what felt like a half hour, we finally make it to the source of the scream. I turn my head to check the area were in just to make sure it's safe for her and I to come in. We see the lady that passed us near the dining room staring into the abyss. There was a room off to her right, our left, that she kept directing her energy into, as if she was trying to keep something alive that she loves. Being curious as we were, we start walking and see the room she was directing to. In the room there was an old and I mean old cast iron tub with the porcelain coating to keep the tub from oxidizing. A commode, beautiful vanity, and intricate wall decorations. All of a sudden, I see a man in the said tub. He is very confused as to how I could see him and he could see us. Now I still dont know her name, every time I go to ask, I wake up from dead sleep.
Back to the dream. She is confused as to why shes hearing the mans voice but not seeing him at the same time. I tell her he's sitting in the tub staring at us confused to why we are here and how we can see him. She said she couldn't see anything besides an empty room with nothing but concrete walls and darkness, all while im seeing the room fully lit up, warm, and smelling of fresh soap. I turn around to the lady that we seen who is acting as a guide in the darkness, I ask as politely as I can, being taught my manners by a little old southern woman, "Ma'am, what exactly is going on here? is there anything I can do to help you?" To which she quietly replied "No, no amount of help will save us from our sentence in this realm. I am thankful y'all came to visit." "We haven't had a visitor since Charles died in 1862. He doesn't see your lady friend because she is not really here in this realm like you are. She still in the human realm, awake in her bed, pondering her life choices. Please, follow me back to the upper levels, where she will be able to speak to you again. I know you have many questions for me, but they will have to wait as you have just as many if not more for her to answer. Come along now youngin, we have a brisk walk to take."
After we started taking the walk to wherever the "upper levels" were, I seen her in a much brighter light, a much more clear and vivid light. As soon as I got there she came up to me and gave me a big hug, kissed me on the lips and told me how much she loves taking adventures with me. I looked deeply into those beautiful green eyes and told her "Please don't go. every adventure we take together, I'm falling more and more in love with you, I have a hard time in the waking world knowing I can visit with you here, but it just isn't the same up there." "Is there any way we can find each other and actually go do stuff like this? I try to ask your name but every time you open your mouth to tell me, I'm ripped out of here and forced to wake up. Its been 10 physical years we've been going on adventures. I want to go with you in real life. Is there any way?"
And just like always, she starts to move her mouth, I'm slapped awake with reality, dying to stay asleep to hear what she has to say. I dont know how much more I can take of this. I will hold out for another year. she knows who she is. I will find you.