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In which she is a ghost, a cupid, and a doll
I am a ghost, trapped on earth. Not yet able to move on to the heavens for reincarnation.
I am gently rocking on a swing. The swing next to me is empty, but it sways with the breeze. So there we are moving gently and in unison. How pretty.
I look to my left. Far away is a wooden seesaw. A tiny toddler walks about. She is a ghost too.
An old lady ghost is singing to herself on the next swing. She rocks gently as she sings. I see her going transparent. Her body begins to float upwards. And soon she is gone from my sight - delivered at last to the next stage of life.
Now I know how to move on : I must sing a song. Which song? I', not sure/ But decide "Blackbirds" is my best bet.
Now. Sitting next to me on the swings is another person... I think he is the guy who plays Olivia's sidekick/co worker in that CSI-type show... The one from the sex/rape unit. SVU?
Behind me are some thin white walls. A 16 year old girl ghost. She looks at me between the walls. She has golden hair like the toddler. She's very timid and runs back into the maze of walls when I try and tell her to come with us.
I look back over to the seesaw. I want to bring the toddler ghost along with me - I don't know how else she will leave earth (without some help) - she still has the mind of a toddler.
I motion for her to come to us. She laughs and shakes her golden tresses - beautiful curly ringlets that shine like the sun. Shyly, she toddles up to us. I lift her up and we seat ourself on my swing. The other guy is on his own swing. And we start to sing "blackbirds" but it doesn't work. We're still on earth.
Not enough momentum.
So we all head towards the seesaw thing near the swings. Not the wooden ones from whence the toddler came from, but another one. Made of plastic and steel with supporting coiled springs at the bottom for "bounce". With Pascal coloured animal heads either side of the "seat" though the colours are all fading and the green plastic covering the steel coils are covered in dirt and grime....
I see the Bee Gees walking across the park/field and motion for them to come over. We need help singing the Blackbirds song.
They don't realise we're ghosts. We don't bother telling them. We just ask them to sit on the seesaw and sing with us. They oblige.
So there I am. Legs bent. Squashed between two animal faces with a toddler seated on my lap. We start to sing. The lyrics and melody get addled in my brain. Thrown about my head because I am trying to make the seesaw "bounce".
The song is finished. I am glum. the SVU guy and the toddler might get to leave, but I might not, having not really sung enough. But for some reason, I feel a flash of warmth, I become semi transparent. I hold my breath in excitement. But it is gone in a flash. I look down at the toddler. She has not become transparent either. Mustn't have been her song. I look up at the guy. He hasn't turned transparent either, but his lower half/legs are floating up to the sky - his hands cling firmly to the seesaw. He is grinning - it's all working out for him.
I'm unsure as to what happens with me - so did it work or didn't it?
I feel another flash of milky warmth; another split second of transparency, then I begin to float upwards. My eyes are wide in wonder and excitement. Finally! I clasp onto the SVU guy's hand. We turn and smile at the BeeGees and the toddler. Wave our goodbyes
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As we float upwards, we remember the old lady. A yellow package had been delivered to us earlier on as we sat at the swings. The old lady had been reincarnated as a young baby, and she wanted us to visit/check in on her. We decided to do just that and started flying in her direction.
As this happened, we felt ourselves shrinking in size and growing wings. In minutes, we had transformed into little chubby cherub angels. I think I had a nappy-tan line...
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We see the reincarnated grandma's house. It is my real life home. And my real life parents. They are like Matilda (Roald Dahl)'s parents because they are mean and nasty and care not for their kid. They are packing. Going on holidays.
We are inside the house now. And we must rescue the baby - take it back to heaven with us. But we cannot get out of the house! The windows all have fly screens... The SVU guy turns into Catherine. Catherine Hides in her room but mum finds her. they have a screaming row.
I meanwhile am still frantically searching for a place to hide. I am trapped in mum's bedroom and I hear her approaching.
I squash my fat little body into the closet. Wrap myself in curtains.
The closet door slides open. I freeze.
A giant eye - mum's eye (though she has long hair and is short and squat and looks nothing like my real life mother now) stares at me. She has heard me. I don't know what else to do. I yellow out "BOO!" in an attempt to scare her off. And I topple down, stiff as a doll, to the (carpeted) ground. I lie there and she continues to stare at me.
She thinks I am a baby doll. She sees my eyes are semi closed. It is hard not to blink.
She peers closely at me and tries to make my eyeballs roll. She thinks I am one of those dolls with the eyes that "close" when laid on my back.
She pokes my left eye. I am wearing contacts. My eyeballs are dry and the contact sticks to her finger then falls over my eye. She thinks she has broken me and tries to stick it back.
I do my best not to blink. Then I roll my eyeballs up into my head.
She hears my Father/uncle/guy with a hairy moustache who looks semi Italian calling her to go. She hurries off and I am able to move again.
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by the way. The old lady was probably the same one from this dream .. rememebr? olympics? 1/2 black 1/2 beige bra? chinese operetta??? no???? then click the link and read on.
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