thunderbolts

So
it's been a while since I've checked in here for any length of time.

I could probably post some sort of life update or comment on current events but instead I'm gonna share this dream that I had the other day just because it was so vivid and ..well, it's just kinda stayed with me.

The first thing that I remember was walking down a straight dirt road, somewhere between the city and the forest, at least that's what it felt like. the sky was blue, sun shining and the green leaves of the tall trees reflecting the sunlight.
As I walked I began to notice the power lines propped up by old wooden poles staked all along the side of the road. Soon I found myself trying to float up to height of the wires as I moved forward, partly walking, partly floating and almost flying.
I traveled that way for a while, flying more and walking less as I went, the landscape and weather remained the same but the road began to bend and turn. After a few of these turns I came upon a large house sitting halfway up a hill about a stone's throw from the road which looked like something between a large cottage and a small mansion. Curious, I moved toward it, floating/flying at first then walking up to the front door.
The house had obviously been abandoned years before as it was fairly run down, the paint chipping away and exposing old grey wood, but it still looked solid enough, even inviting.Walking inside I could still feel the warm breeze and smell fresh air, old white paint peeling off of the walls in every direction and a few old pieces of furniture here and there. Soon I found myself up on the second floor where there seemed to be many rooms as though the place might once have been a small hotel, all seemingly empty, more peeling while paint on all of the walls, here a bedroom, there an old kitchen, a sitting room... Then I began to notice sounds, subtle, as though they had been there all along and I just hadn't noticed. they were the sounds of someone moving comfortably through the house and I could just barely make out a female voice humming a tune or singing quietly to herself. Even more curious I walked towards what I was hearing until it led me to yet another room, which at first glance appeared to be in exactly the same condition as all of the others, until I stepped into it.As soon as I did, I picked up shapes and colours to my left and right. Half of the room was somewhat restored and looked very inviting, but this portion of the room only became visible as I entered, if I stepped backwards out of the room, all that was visible again was the far wall with peeling white paint, but there was still no one to be found.
I discovered that more of the rooms had been set up this way, as though someone had been living there but had gone to some trouble to keep that fact hidden from anyone who might walk through the place without really investigating. Turning to walk out of yet another strange room I found myself face to face with the source of the sounds and music. A pretty face amidst wild black hair, her eyes fierce and familiar, her clothes tattered but clean, a plain top and a long skirt exposing bare feet. then it was just her and I together in the house, happy, for what seemed like weeks or maybe months. I'm sure that we spoke alot to one another but I don't recall any sound aside from her humming and the shuffling of feet on the old floors, the shifting of dishes as we prepared our meals, the rustling of sheets, the sound of her fingers tracing my unshaven cheek, the sounds of breathing and leaves blowing softly across the floors. From time to time I would step out onto the large balcony on the second or third floor and run at the ledge, leap over the railing and find myself flying over the trees effortlessly, not caring if I was spotted by anyone below, just flying over roads, houses or school yards full of kids pointing and cheering excitedly at the sight of a flying man or large bird, I'm not sure if I even looked human when flying or if I was taking the shape of something more suited to that purpose. I felt impossibly free. free to return back to her, and the old house, and our sounds.
Just before I woke up I remember embracing her and our feet leaving the ground, that feeling of closeness and the sound of breath or wind.

that's it.
I suppose I could try to explain it or say something about what I think it might mean, but I just haven't bothered thinking about any of that. I'm just happy to remember it so well.

I will drop one hint at something new in my life: European Medieval Martial Arts. (no, it has nothing to do with role playing)