"We are all visitors to this time, this place. We are just passing through. Our purpose here is to observe, to grow, to love . . . and then we return home" - Aborigine
Friday, November 16, 2007
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
I woke up from my dream shivering and my body in kind of a spasm. In the dream, I was on a snow covered mountain peak with my sister and another person I do not remember. My sister was frantically digging into the snow to hide our rings; I very vividly recollect one of them was the tiny emerald stone ring I wear on my little finger. We were hiding the rings from Voldemort. Yes! The Dark Lord himself. He was coming for us. That’s when I woke up shivering as if I was in the Himalayas.
Although I had woken up my body was still on the snow covered mountain and wouldn’t stop trembling. I had to tell myself loudly that Voldemort is dead and I am safe and warm in my house, in my bed. After sometime the trembling stopped and I drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Something tells me I am missing magic and fighting the evil.
Although I had woken up my body was still on the snow covered mountain and wouldn’t stop trembling. I had to tell myself loudly that Voldemort is dead and I am safe and warm in my house, in my bed. After sometime the trembling stopped and I drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Something tells me I am missing magic and fighting the evil.
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