8. The dream of the old house
Back into the labyrinth
It is said that the veil between this world and the other is at its thinnest at the time of the autumn equinox. It’s the time of Toussaint, Halloween, Samhain, Día de los Muertos. Everything that happens then is viewed through the light we realized has just changed, with our mood.
I know I am not the only one to have recurring dreams of a family house. I sometimes find myself reluctantly thrown back into this disquieting labyrinth made of familiar rooms, corridors and stairs, and some hidden ones, provoking the unsettling feeling of familiarity right at the time of the surprise of the discovery.
In the labyrinth, it’s always dark, the beautiful, quiet and warm natural light comes in dimmed, reflected, distorted, or projected inverted on a wall, like in a camera obscura.
In the dream world, I am lost in this place, which seems to be subject to metamorphosis when you’re not looking at it, and where past and present live together.
In the real world, the place doesn’t change spatially, but it’s still a labyrinth, and it’s easy to get mixed-up about time there.
On the road that leads to it, you never know if you’re moving forward, or moving back in time.
This was a beautiful read. So glad to not miss these.
Suggested listening: Litanic Cloth Wrung, by Kali Malone.
https://kalimalone.bandcamp.com/track/litanic-cloth-wrung