Sunday, June 21, 2020

dream of ice graves


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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