A black night

Last night I had a very vivid dream; it start in a house, a house that belong to closely related family that I no longer have "Thank the heavens" nothing to do with. I was in the kitchen with a group of people, about 5 or 6, I believe women. Everyone was talking, chatting away lost in conversation, I could not really hear their voices even thou I was engage in the conversation. It was a really ratting of voices, I did not recognise anyone or it's better to say that I did not, could not see them, strange.

I have to say before I continue any further the symbols, the sight, the colours stayed burn into my eyes, when I woke I was left disorientated and scared, unable to get ready for work. All I wanted to do was stay in bed, warm and peaceful.

The kitchen was as I remembered from a child; cream and brown, the little white TV was still on the white refrigerator next to the dark peachy brown gloss painted back door. And the silver metal sink was to my right. It was very bright in the kitchen and cool, cold, slightly sharp on the lungs.

The back door open on to the concreted back garden, grey, slightly sloping to the right and ahead the garden steps up; split in two with a glass green house on the right and an upside down l shape with pretty bedded plants. The backyard then slopes sharply up to the back fence leading on the a busy road.

We were all gathered there, half way in and out of the back door, as if we were waiting to see something in the sky. It reminded me of being a child on Guy fawkes night; that anticipation of the dangerous fireworks, beautiful but mistreated deadly. I feel as if we were looking for a cosmological event like a meteor shower or a lunar eclipse, something was going to be in the sky a great event was about to take place. The night was clean, crisp and cold; I could not see any stars nor could I see the neighbours gardens, so black and dark was the night. The strange thing was, that even though the night was dark the garden was illuminated by a cream light as if a large candle shone down upon us.

As I looked up into the pitch black sky, I saw the moon and I remember saying "look! look! look at how big and close the moon is!". I was huge, it felt like it was just 10's of metres away. I looked up in awe, I said look at the shapes, you can really see the shapes; I started to look for the man in the moon but what I saw was the grey pits in the moon change shape, like a carved piece of cameo jewellery, the moon was a iridescent peachy pearl colour, no-longer vivid white. The first grey shape appeared at the bottom of the moon, it change into a man with his right hand on the side of this horse, he was slim and dressed like a cowboy in jeans but no hat that I could see, his clothes were covered in dust and sand. His horse was as he was dusty, weathered that's the word I'm looking for but not haggard or unclean, just dusty as if they had been riding together in the dessert. It was amazing, if feel old, very old, very gritty. I was viewing this first symbol from above him, I was looking down upon him and his horse, it was like a 3d shimmering relief. I thought that was I was looking at was quite beautiful, so I continued to look for more. I saw another horse, I think on its own apart form the amazement at these shapes it seem unremarkable in any other way.

The third horse on the left was surrounded by women, slightly chubby, heavy bone like basket ball players, light brown of skin, plump and smooth, smiling; I felt they were joking with each other - I thought that the women were Maori or Hawaiian. The larger woman with her hair tied back had her elbow on the horse and like the first it had saddle bags.

And then I saw a black shape riding the moon itself, a cloak and as I look harder I realised what the black shimmering cloak was, after I saw the scythe their was no mistaken. So I tried to will it away. But it was death, it did not change, the cloth did not sway in the wind. It was so still, unmoving. I could not believe what I was seeing, would not believe it so I ran into the garden after I looked around at the other people who had all turned to grey, they faded away in their endless chatter. I ran forward asking myself if it had come for me. But I could move I was alive, I ran to get a better look and said to myself if it has I gonna fight kick it in it's proverbial nuts. I feel angry but in awe, I was ready to fight, fight for life. I ran forward up the step to the left to see into it's cloak. I saw the whitest skeleton, almost shining. It did not move, as I got closer the bones and cloak disappeared, vanished leaving nothing but the scythe behind, upright as if plunged into the moon. I stared at it and the I woke straight up, I bolted up out of bed and breathed in deeply. The kind of deep breath you take after coming up for air when diving down deep.

I'm not sure why I am writing this but in the split seconds before I really knew I was wake I ponder if I should share this, I new instantly that I could not carry this burden on my own. I must share what I saw. SO here it is. here is what I saw. I don't know what it means. at least that is the part that I can not share with you.