Tzoli's Red Leather Journal

Dreams in Colour: Red

"Come with me, we'll never be apart, the Sun you see is me..."

The song drifts over the field where the smell of smoke and blood fill the air leaving a metallic taste in the mouth. The dark smoke rolls upward into the already dark clouds, blending and mixing so they are one. The field is empty, save for corpses and scavengers (human and animal alike).

Walking -- Moving

Increasing speed with time, the onlooker moves forward. The grass is slick with blood and the ground soft with it. In the distance, the sound of a music box can be heard. Its metallic music blending with the taste of blood in the mouth. There is no other sound. No crying, no screaming, everything is silent, save for the sound of the music box. Even the scavengers are silent, ghostly. They fade in and out like red mist, ghosts that are real, yet distant, as if they drift between this realm and the next.

"No more fear, my heart is ever still, the Sun won't set on me..."

In hand - a man's hand - is a spear stained red with blood.

This must be a dream, I'm not a man. This must be a dream...

The onlooker continues to walk, yet goes nowhere. The field remains the same with each step, the point of view, the angle, never moving. The mist creatures fade like smoke, stained red by blood. The bodies on the field slowly sink into the ground. The grass turns red, growing taller and taller until it nearly reaches the sky.

"No more pain, no memories remain, I am the Sun you see..."

The sound of the music box grows louder, the hollow sound childish as it's song moves through the blood grass. The scene remains somehow serene, calm. The heart still and silent like the field. The mist creatures now run through the grass, bending around each blade, flowing between them and reforming.

Who am I? Where am I?

Walking, eternally walking forward. Soon, the onlooker turns to red mist like the creatures dancing between the blades of grass. Flowing with each step, becomnig aware less and less of himself and more and more aware of the music that dances so lightly atop each blade, as if the song itself is a part of the blood grass.

"This is fate, the dying congregate, follow the Sun to me..."

The mist creatures all walk together now, slowly moving to the goal, the onlooker with them. With no warning, a large hand scoops everything up. The mist creatures held firming within it. Below, the blood grass is covered in red flame, melting everything away. The sound of the music box fades from the grass and sings from some unseen child's lips.

The hand stretches outward, becoming a new ground. The mist creatures begin to fight to avail. Weapons, fists, everything passes through the red mist that was once men. Looking up, the only thing visible is the blue sun in the sky, watching down like an eye. The sky is hued red, the ground and even the air as well.

This is a dream...just a dream...

"Walk this way, the dream will end one day, the Sun will fight with me..."

The red mist creatures evaporate into the air all at once, the onlooker along with them.

Wake up.

Posted by Tzoli at March 13, 2005 11:31 AM