I was standing in the middle of a dimly-lit abandoned playground. It must have been about 3 in the morning cos the air was suffocatingly cold and misty. Strangely my body felt very hot. My hands were sticky and a sickening metallic smell overwhelmed me. I looked down and saw blood all over my hands and clothes. There was even blood on the shovel in my left hand. I threw it down and noticed a freshly covered hole in the ground. I had just buried something. The soil was damp from the early morning air. A chill ran up my spine. I shivered as the cold air cut through my body. Suddenly it felt like the temperature had dropped below 0. I stepped closer to the patch. I had just buried something. Or someone...
I looked at my hands again. Still covered with blood, still sticky, the smell still as sickening.
I felt ill.
This was just a dream. It had to be. Yet it all felt so real. No wait, this is just a dream. It just HAD to be.
Or so I thought. Cos the next day I got word that he was missing...
posted by: mdmafia (reply)
post date: 11.24.04 (11:48 pm)
*ahem*
Blood means womanhood or individual's essential being. The 'spirit' which 'flows' from him to her. To see a quantity of congealed blood is to predict dreadful calamity or death.
