Friday, July 6, 2012
Bonfires on a crescent beach. Fires in oil drums. All burning bright. Blue sand. Full copper moon. Low in sky. Calm water. Musicians gathered round. A slender woman, with electric curls and wild eyes, throws her violin into the fire. She laughs and laughs as the fire eats up her violin. Then she holds her throat and opens her mouth to scream? to sing? Nothing comes out. Lost voice and she has burned her violin. No more. The wind picks up. It's cold.
This is either a death or rebirth dream. I'm leaning towards rebirth. This is a message for someone I barely know.