Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.
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, 10-08-2015 at 01:57 PM (634 Views)
Some dreams are like old, abandonned cemetary; old bones laying under the soil, mostly forgotten but lingering still.
I am in the old house, with my family. My sister and father are cooking, the table is dressed in the kitchen. Their part of it is bathen is a golden glow, but it fade before reaching my mother and me. Nobody seem to notice, and they bring the food to the table, and everyone get a hearty helpful of pan roasted potatoes and bacon bits. It smells wonderful, my family is joking around and laughting, but I can't. Deep down, this feels sublty wrong, like I'm seeing everything through a deforming glass. The food taste good, but my stomach is tight. I feel cold and remote, I want to leave.
I wonder how many time my subconscious is going to dig up the ghost of my childhood and the corpse of my parent's marriage.