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Nov. 15th, 2002 09:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfgroveWell, had the 6 Lefts meeting last night. It went well. We stayed over at Lyss-chan's til a bit after 1am. We talked about the comic, magic, otherkin, relationships, life, etc. It was nice. It was how things should be. I fully intend to make a real effort to hang out with Lyss more. We've been drifting apart, mostly due to our schedules and own personal stresses, I don't want that. Time to put effort into preseving and fixing.
*laughs*
She was talking about fixing Glitter and I up with some boyfriends. Glitter, I'm intending to try to encourage Lyss on that one for her. But me, I have a lot of issues I'm gonna have to figure out how to deal with before I can really think about anything more than uber-casual dates. I'm terrified of having people close to me, but at the same time, I want it, and know that in some way I need it. I'll start with friends, I have been working on it with friends. No boyfriend in the equation though, things are hard enough as is.
To Do list....
Do Laundry - wenesday
Draw and ink 6 Lefts page 1
6 Lefts meeting - Thursday Night
Make sure car is okay to go to Birmingham for interview - Thursday (3:30om)
Fill out employment app for Vulcan.
Draw, ink, and color next LotF page. - Friday
Get outfit for second interview. - Friday
Go se HP2 with club - Friday night
Work on Math homework - started
Write Java program - this weekend (due next Thursday)
Go to Interview - next Thursday
Read for English
Write English essay at some point (due after Thanksgiving)
Math Test (After Thanksgiving)
On other things, I'm not real familiar with the Bain Sidhe (banshees)... Hell, up until a few months ago, I had only had one or two encounters of hearing them, and had never seen one. Then a bit before my Dad's stroke, one showed up in my dreams, screaming/wailing and flying over my house. After the incident, she continued to show up, three times by herself. Later, two added to her number, I saw the set of three several times. Then there were five of them, and the five appeared on Samhain night along with several others. Then a few nights ago, more than 5. I don't know my stuff on the Bain Sidje too well, but Lyssa agreed, as far as we know, they're solitaries. Anyone know what a group of them means? Nothing really bad has happened since the stroke, so I dunno. Thoughts from some of you with a bit more magic knowledge?
The most recent dream with the Bain Sidhe, I recorded as soon as I woke...
---Dream: 11-09-2002----------------------------------------------------------------------
I stood in the street, next to my mailbox. At home. Not here in Auburn. In that sleepy nieghborhood, just down the road of that ill-fated plot of land. Yes. I stood in the road at the end of my driveway, looking at that place of horrid memories, none of them so much as touching my mind then, so I doubt it had anything to do with the old events surrounding that spot. It was just a place, a place with power mind you, but it wasn't where they came from, and is really insignifigant, it just vexes me greatly now that it was so insignifigant, it never is in my waking mind.
It was a dream, though I didn't know it somehow. Thought I was really home, even when I woke up, I thought I was home until I looked about and knew better. I almost never wake not knowing properly where I am. And that is something signifigant.
I heard them first. Screaming perfectly in together. Not screaming... That mournful, terrifying wail they make, the one that has little if any human-like emotion to it. I've never met a man or woman who could describe it properly, I doubt I ever will. I thought it was only one when I first heard it. One slowly rose up in it's flight from behind the treeline. Not like it had risen from the groung, but as though it had already been flying, from somewhere far off and just now came into view above the trees. As it's knees became visible, so did two other heads, flying on each side of it, the exact same look and mannerisms. Five, maybe six or more, defineately more than five, of them came into clear view, flying and wailing in perfect, terrifying unison. Bain Sidhe.
I was angry. Or perhaps frustrated is better. This isn't the first time they've appeared in my dreams this year, I fear it won't be the last. Three times I saw the singular one, then one night she had two more following her and two more joined her mid flight of in a later dream. Now there may be another, I'm not sure, I should've counted them, but I didn't. It angered me somehow, I wanted to use what strength I have to drive them away. I tried it before, and none of it touched them. Like attacking a ghost with a baseball bat. Foolish. I didn't try it this time. "They aren't ill creatures." I told myself, "They are ones who portend bad news, often death or illness." I thought to myself in that kind of speech, that's why I record the dream in the same speech.
The group of them flew well above the trees, above the lot I despise so much, back further towards the fields, out of sight for a moment the came back, to fly directly over my house, coming in a bit lower as they passed over it.
As they came towards my house, I let out a scream, hollow, short, and a scratchy hopelessness, knowing it could do nothing to change them. I ran a few faltering steps toward my house, as if I could drive them away. I choked of the scream, and stopped before I ran very far, knowing the foolishness of it. But their wail stopped when my short scream did. Did they stop because of me, or because they had passed the edge of my house? I don't know. I stopped and sent a call out to them, not in words, just in will. I wanted to speak with one of them.
The lot of them started to fly into the distance, now, dropping below the horizon, but one suddenly came in an almost flapping motion to stand in front of me. Made me think of a great crow the way it flapped to a landing then stood, arms straight at her(?) sides, looking down at me. And I had no clue what to say, I started spilling out some garbage about making a deal, working together to break a way between to another dimension, using that terrible plot of land as the break point. I stopped myself midproposal there too. Just as I had stopped the scream and the run. It wasn't what I wanted, and it wasn't right.
I know I said "Nevermind" aloud, and followed with some idle comment about the stupidity of such an idea and that it wasn't what I really wanted when I'd called out. I had no idea what to say then. Now I wished I had asked why they had come, why they flew over my home so many times now. I was just starting to think of these things while she paitiently looked down on me with that face I could not look directly at. No anger from her, just calm paitience.
Just as I started to think of those things, I woke, thinking I was in my bed at home, and mumbled out a "Why", and sat there in bed, thinking over the dream for a minute before I looked around and realized that I wasn't home, but in my apartment.
I've never heard of any tale where more than one banshee ever appears in one place. What does it mean? I don't know. It's about 4am now, and it was only a little after 3 when I woke. I think I'll crawl back into bed. It's warm. Call home and check on everyone in a few hours. I had one of these dreams just a couple of days before Dad's stroke.
*laughs*
She was talking about fixing Glitter and I up with some boyfriends. Glitter, I'm intending to try to encourage Lyss on that one for her. But me, I have a lot of issues I'm gonna have to figure out how to deal with before I can really think about anything more than uber-casual dates. I'm terrified of having people close to me, but at the same time, I want it, and know that in some way I need it. I'll start with friends, I have been working on it with friends. No boyfriend in the equation though, things are hard enough as is.
To Do list....
Make sure car is okay to go to Birmingham for interview - Thursday (3:30om)
Fill out employment app for Vulcan.
Draw, ink, and color next LotF page. - Friday
Get outfit for second interview. - Friday
Go se HP2 with club - Friday night
Work on Math homework - started
Write Java program - this weekend (due next Thursday)
Go to Interview - next Thursday
Read for English
Write English essay at some point (due after Thanksgiving)
Math Test (After Thanksgiving)
On other things, I'm not real familiar with the Bain Sidhe (banshees)... Hell, up until a few months ago, I had only had one or two encounters of hearing them, and had never seen one. Then a bit before my Dad's stroke, one showed up in my dreams, screaming/wailing and flying over my house. After the incident, she continued to show up, three times by herself. Later, two added to her number, I saw the set of three several times. Then there were five of them, and the five appeared on Samhain night along with several others. Then a few nights ago, more than 5. I don't know my stuff on the Bain Sidje too well, but Lyssa agreed, as far as we know, they're solitaries. Anyone know what a group of them means? Nothing really bad has happened since the stroke, so I dunno. Thoughts from some of you with a bit more magic knowledge?
The most recent dream with the Bain Sidhe, I recorded as soon as I woke...
---Dream: 11-09-2002----------------------------------------------------------------------
I stood in the street, next to my mailbox. At home. Not here in Auburn. In that sleepy nieghborhood, just down the road of that ill-fated plot of land. Yes. I stood in the road at the end of my driveway, looking at that place of horrid memories, none of them so much as touching my mind then, so I doubt it had anything to do with the old events surrounding that spot. It was just a place, a place with power mind you, but it wasn't where they came from, and is really insignifigant, it just vexes me greatly now that it was so insignifigant, it never is in my waking mind.
It was a dream, though I didn't know it somehow. Thought I was really home, even when I woke up, I thought I was home until I looked about and knew better. I almost never wake not knowing properly where I am. And that is something signifigant.
I heard them first. Screaming perfectly in together. Not screaming... That mournful, terrifying wail they make, the one that has little if any human-like emotion to it. I've never met a man or woman who could describe it properly, I doubt I ever will. I thought it was only one when I first heard it. One slowly rose up in it's flight from behind the treeline. Not like it had risen from the groung, but as though it had already been flying, from somewhere far off and just now came into view above the trees. As it's knees became visible, so did two other heads, flying on each side of it, the exact same look and mannerisms. Five, maybe six or more, defineately more than five, of them came into clear view, flying and wailing in perfect, terrifying unison. Bain Sidhe.
I was angry. Or perhaps frustrated is better. This isn't the first time they've appeared in my dreams this year, I fear it won't be the last. Three times I saw the singular one, then one night she had two more following her and two more joined her mid flight of in a later dream. Now there may be another, I'm not sure, I should've counted them, but I didn't. It angered me somehow, I wanted to use what strength I have to drive them away. I tried it before, and none of it touched them. Like attacking a ghost with a baseball bat. Foolish. I didn't try it this time. "They aren't ill creatures." I told myself, "They are ones who portend bad news, often death or illness." I thought to myself in that kind of speech, that's why I record the dream in the same speech.
The group of them flew well above the trees, above the lot I despise so much, back further towards the fields, out of sight for a moment the came back, to fly directly over my house, coming in a bit lower as they passed over it.
As they came towards my house, I let out a scream, hollow, short, and a scratchy hopelessness, knowing it could do nothing to change them. I ran a few faltering steps toward my house, as if I could drive them away. I choked of the scream, and stopped before I ran very far, knowing the foolishness of it. But their wail stopped when my short scream did. Did they stop because of me, or because they had passed the edge of my house? I don't know. I stopped and sent a call out to them, not in words, just in will. I wanted to speak with one of them.
The lot of them started to fly into the distance, now, dropping below the horizon, but one suddenly came in an almost flapping motion to stand in front of me. Made me think of a great crow the way it flapped to a landing then stood, arms straight at her(?) sides, looking down at me. And I had no clue what to say, I started spilling out some garbage about making a deal, working together to break a way between to another dimension, using that terrible plot of land as the break point. I stopped myself midproposal there too. Just as I had stopped the scream and the run. It wasn't what I wanted, and it wasn't right.
I know I said "Nevermind" aloud, and followed with some idle comment about the stupidity of such an idea and that it wasn't what I really wanted when I'd called out. I had no idea what to say then. Now I wished I had asked why they had come, why they flew over my home so many times now. I was just starting to think of these things while she paitiently looked down on me with that face I could not look directly at. No anger from her, just calm paitience.
Just as I started to think of those things, I woke, thinking I was in my bed at home, and mumbled out a "Why", and sat there in bed, thinking over the dream for a minute before I looked around and realized that I wasn't home, but in my apartment.
I've never heard of any tale where more than one banshee ever appears in one place. What does it mean? I don't know. It's about 4am now, and it was only a little after 3 when I woke. I think I'll crawl back into bed. It's warm. Call home and check on everyone in a few hours. I had one of these dreams just a couple of days before Dad's stroke.
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Date: 2002-11-15 07:53 am (UTC)Unfortunately, I can't help you at all with what you're talking about, so I'll be a good girl and go away. ^^;
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Date: 2002-11-15 09:23 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2002-11-15 12:08 pm (UTC)See, up until summer ended, there was this old woman who hovered next to my kitchen. She looked really sad and depressed, and her wrists were cut open and bleeding. Sometimes I'd see her as a beautiful blonde girl, possibly in her early 20's, and others as and old, ugly, silver-haired old woman. They both had cut open and bleeding wrists, same sad, depressed face, and in the end, they would rush at me, floating, and screaming so loud. Whenever I walked by when I was alone, I had this fear that swept through me, and I ran into my room. I had a spell casted in my room to prevent any spirits with bad intentions to cross paths, but I'm still not sure.
I don't see neither the old woman or the young woman anymore. After summer was over, they sort of...erm...vanished, I guess.
bean sidhe
I think the one in the library in "Ghost Busters" was cool, but here I go comparing things to movies again. Do I watch too many movies? Probably. Sorry that I'm being goofy again. I had a serious point, but I forgot and changd my mind.
Re: bean sidhe
Date: 2002-11-19 05:26 am (UTC)In ghostbusters? Ah, symmetrical book stacking...
^_^
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Date: 2002-11-19 05:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-11-19 06:00 am (UTC)