| From: | Rune Fostervoll <runefo@***.UIO.NO> |
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| Subject: | A strange dream(off topic) and a question (on topic) |
| Date: | Thu, 26 Jun 1997 05:30:35 +0000 |
I was in a mansion; a visitor. The walls were hung with art; the
roofs marble and gold. The floor was earthen, muddy. I was sitting by
a table in a cellar, talking with a mute, eating. The mute looked a
lot like Daedalus in VtM(the series) but nor really.. he was reading
from a 1000+ page, old diary. The first half was why, the second how,
someone had had been tortured. One section described how they had
opened cuts in his face, then stitching them and sealing them with
pitch. They had taken their time, possibly several years. Melissa,
the lady of the house, had left in her wheelchair early in the meal.
I no longer remember just what I ate.. perhaps just as well. I looked
at one of the muddy ponds; it looked like it was shot with blood. We
became worried about Melissa, ran upstairs, and found her in the bed,
writhing. Next to the bed was a burning pentacle inside which was a
reagent glass over a bunsen burner. She was having seizures; the mute
took care of her while I stamped out the fire.
I woke about then, and wondered about a question this group perhaps
can answer..
Can you inscribe a magical circle on cloth and carry it around,
folded?
(Before anyone wonder, I do not know *anyone* named Melissa.).
--
Rune Fostervoll
"But the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we no not of."
