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Interlacing Lives
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Interlacing Lives |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho 
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Interlacing lives my dream world has no boundaries or sense of time. Plunged last night into a mansion I’ve never seen, the people and quandaries through the night varied as usual, from ones I never knew, to ones long dead. Last night there were also two who yet live, grown, but one was an infant there. In the mornings I can waken with such confusion I must lie there for a time just sorting out what is real. And at times having very real struggles letting go of what I thought was real the second before; am I truly alone in this? No one else ever speaks of such. As last night when I spent much too much time running from hideous enemies in the darkness, stumbling through mud, clutching my baby who was so small and frail, to keep her from falling as I slid along the edge of an abyss as deep as a canyon and her head was bobbing wildly as I slipped, trying not to fall over the edge, but yet escape from the unknown pursuing raging forces while some half grown boy kept calling me and telling me I could make it, yes it could have been my son but I couldn’t see; and then before I either fell, or escaped, I was in another world; a five story mansion I’ve never seen, and at the top I found a tiny door with tiny stairs going round in a spiral, and I crawled down them, and barely fitting, I found a tiny lady who looked like my real-life, happy although mute, adult retarded daughter, curled in a tight ball like she does, but dying of cold. And she spoke in clear English, and said this is the stair-way to suicide, you have no right here, leave me alone. But I pulled and hauled her out anyway, calling for help that did not come and when I went to call 911, I found that the house belonged to my suicidal mother, and her phone had no 9 on it. Where there should have been a 9, she had taped a secure sign saying do not call 911, call dad instead. Peeling back the sign, there still was no 9, and I continued my rescue attempts alone on the fifth floor and there was no one who could go for help, and the lady kept protesting, asking why I went down that special staircase and found her; if I hadn’t, she could be out of her misery by now; and then a hand on my side sprang me from the land where I could not win, nor solve any dilemmas, and there I saw your blue eyes bleary and half open.“I thought you were having a bad dream, honey” your sleepy voice gently murmured and my relief was too great to put into a language of any kind . [This message has been edited by Rosemary J. Gwaltney (edited 02-11-2001).] |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
the mornings I can waken with such confusion I must lie there for a time just sorting out what is real. And at times having very real struggles letting go of what I thought was real the second before; am I truly alone in this? no you are not alone...and wow..chills from this one, Rosemary huggzzz ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". ...Pope John Paul II |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
I hope nobodi got confused... just a little HTML song... anybody know 'bout those things... I love you RJ. forever. Husband dale . |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Rosemary, my friend~ Never alone - and yes, others do know about those things, dear. I can just imagine - 'the relief was too great to put into a language of any kind' *Hugs*, honey. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Extremely touching...great write! |
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ATelamon Member
since 2001-02-06
Posts 328Purgatory, Last Staircase, Up |
Very interesting visual as induced by your format. Ahh such things do fascinate me so. Well done, well done. AT |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Rosemary--I'm so glad you wrote this down before you forgot it...you are not alone, not at all..and I found the trip into your dream so very interesting and familiar, yuo wrote it very well! Hugs to you and to Dale for his sweet concern. |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
Rosemary, I was so busy fixing the HTML that I forgot to tell you how wonderfully I thought this was written... You know me and I'm such a story teller... Well, I got to tip my hat on this one dear lady of mine. Fine, fine. fine... And thank you Martie... I think your one of God's sweetest. loving always, dale [This message has been edited by lucky (edited 02-11-2001).] |
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Irie Senior Member
since 1999-12-01
Posts 1493Washington State |
No Rosemary....you are not the only one! I have many times been torn between reality and dream state. There have been times that it's taken me several minutes to calm my self down from a dream or nightmare. You've done a wonderful job of etching visions. I felt as if I were there. ~Sheri "The things that come to those that wait may be the things left by those who got there first" |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
I so much appreciate all the kind responses here! I have always had such an active and crazy dream-life, that I have often wondered if anyone else goes through it. I've never been able to find anyone who claims to have such experiences. So I tried to put one night's worth into words, (could have been half a minute or less, actually - judging from experiences of hearing my alarm clock and then taking a quick doze) and what do you know! It took a room full of poets for me to find out that I'm not alone! I should have known! Maybe it's our imaginations... Thank you again, my friends! (And dear husband Dale who regularly rescues me!) |
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