misty dreams

i woke this morning to an odd dream.
blue light surrounded me, in a dark grey existance. i knew i had to find and protect her, but she was hiding. they all were hiding.
i searched, and finally there she was.
but she was afraid, they all were afraid. they had been attacked and hurt before. i knw that.
people didnt understand them, they judged and abused them. for being different.
they were coming, i had to stop them.
blue white light, at night.
a cave, they were hiding in a cave. not just a cave, a mine.
there were three of us. three called to protect.
the other arrived, and we started the incantation. the words came flooding back to me, as if i had never forgotten them. the actions, the words.
the startled eyes of the one we were called to protect, the blue light flooding the valley.

and then i woke.

i awoke to mist. the whole backyard full of mist. a beautiful and sad sight.
i dont know what it is about winter, but it is amazing. true autumn is my favourite season, but the damp grayness of winter makes me appreciate the glowing colours i see all around.
tell me how you cannot look outside, look anywhere and not see absolute beauty. perhaps im being melodramatic, but how can i convey my utter love for what i see, when i cant even put my feelings into words.

so i struggle. i struggle and use lame analogies, and the words that come out are pale and dull.
where is the vibrating, the radiating images i see.
can you see them too and we all just cant seem to tell each other of that?

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