Night of Saturday
20th of June Dream
(proceeded by time spent in the yard observing melting ice formations, pictured)
Ice prisms, like gravestones, preserving dead children. Preserved in their
moment of death. The faces grimacing, wounds. One girl had fallen from a
height, her face contorted. Another would have looked peaceful if it were not
for the blood on her crown which became noticeable to me as I rotated the ice,
inspecting it from various angles. A frost covered the surface of the ice
obscuring the features of the dead children. I began adding water to the surface
in order to wipe away the frost, as I had been doing that proceeding day, in
waking life, in the garden with my small ice formations. This time, in dream, I
was very selective in which areas I wiped clear, knowing that the parents would
be visiting and not wanting to submit them to further trauma. So I only wiped
clear the areas that would give window to the more peaceful parts, moments, of
the children.
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