Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong

I think that my dreams are memories.

Not all of them. I have some normal dreams, that operate by regular dream-logic. But more and more of my dreams are... different.

Sharp. Clear. True.

I wake up remembering the feel of untanned leather against my skin. The calm of the moment before I loose the arrow.

The colors of the glass as I blow and it expands.

The heat of the bonfire shimmering over me. The smell of her hair as I hold her, half on my lap and half on Teague's.

The heat of the musket.

Names. The girl with the long brown hair and the green-flecked eyes called me Kai; I was building a wall, I don't know what for, and she was braiding grass.

The man with the amber eyes called me Richard, as we prepared for battle.

And I wake up, and everything here and now seems like a pale imitation of my real life, my real lives.

Lives? Yes. I've never believed in reincarnation. I'm agnostic, really. All I know is that I don't know anything.

But lately I feel that these are not dreams.
Tags: shayara, shayara.ryan
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