Been having dreams of Sheol off and on for a few days.
Cool wind whipping down rust red cliffs, and through the valley lined with soft mosses and grass. Perpetual dusk, light fading, but never going dark. Magic hour on a fading summer night. The shadow people live there, and tend to the spirits that find the way in.
I find it calming, it’s one of the more relaxing planes I’ve found. I remember sitting on the edge, seeing the brink. A nexus had doorways back to other planes, but I didn’t use it, stayed put.
It’s funny, the shadows still tend to live in the old ruins they once called homes. Were they like human? Humanoid at the least.
Had my wings. Woke up sore too, I’m not used to using them. Phantom pain? Maybe.
Got to tell myself it’s not real. That I just have trouble with telling dreams from reality. Psychotic mind flooded with chemicals, and blooming lightning across various neurons.
Still feels real…memories still remain…and like always, questions. Tired of always having questions.
Maybe I just want them to be real, because a lot of times I don’t want what is real, least what they tell me is the real world. I’m ready for more.
Can expect to hear from Gabriel sometime soon. It likes Sheol too, we’ve shared stories, he passes through a lot, but never gets to stay long.
Rant over, feels better getting that down.
