eclipsedbyme

have you ever had a dream with an imposing sense of doom in it the whole time? but you never sort of figure out what was making you feel that way? i was walking, kitty was following me, and i was taking pictures of the way the sun came through the trees as storm clouds were rolling in. i turned around and there was a home, a normal family home. except all the windows were gone and what pieces of glass were left were blackened. inside there was normal furniture, white bedspread with flowers on it, kitchen table with a beige table cloth… but the outside of the house was black, burned, and really depressed looking. i took pictures of it from the street until i noticed that kitty was gone. he had ventured inside. i was terrified because i wasn’t going in there. i called him from the street. he looked at me from the kitchen and meowed. he was in every window, walking along the blackened glass pieces, meowing madly. something was not right, and i felt it to my bones. i ended up staying in the house across the street all night, looking out, waiting for my kitty to reappear. the people in the house were nice the day before, but became mean as the night moved on. by morning i was desperate to finish my walk home. i noticed i had duct tape around my wrists like bracelets. i don’t remember this, i don’t remember this… i went out with my camera, and kitty was outside with me. but he wasn’t the same and neither was i. we walked slowly home, quietly, listening to the wind howl as another storm began to blow in. i was taking pictures of the way the black bled through the trees as storm clouds were rolling in. the outside of everything, just as the house was, was blackened, burned and depressed.