Last night I had another dream. This one was about Voldemort.
Sounds hilarious. In reality it is hilarious. But in surreality it was disturbing and dark. Similar to The Deathly Hallows Part One, Voldemort was stalking down Harry to maim and torture. And true to Potter mythology, in the dream I was in the head of both Harry and Voldemort, so I woke up with the harrowing omniscience of being the Hunter and the Hunted.
This dream disappointed me so much because I had a good week! I’ve been dancing and laughing and writing. I’ve lived a couple of special moments. So, why couldn’t that keep the demons at bay? How could they creep so easily out of my subconscious in the darkness of night? When will Voldemort and I have our final showdown?
I don’t know. But I walked out into a beautiful day. Sunny and warm. Birds still chirping on the first day of winter. Today is the Winter Solstice, the darkest day of the year, and while it will be months before I am sipping a beer at 8pm to the setting sun, starting tomorrow the light is only going to get longer.
Tags: darkest day of the year, darkness of night, first day of winter, winter solstice
