Covered

Felt like I was walking through a night club full of people ...but they were all covered in a black oily tar.  They kept reaching and touching me as I passed them.  I couldn't hear the music but they danced and swayed and reached for me.  As I walked, they let me pass but they touched my shoulders and arms wanting me to stay but not really stopping me. Still couldn't hear the music but it was a huge dance floor, dark, filled with these tar covered bodies dancing almost trance like.  I felt some confusion as to why I was there but then I realized, I knew them.  Familiar faces, people I've met or known, people I wanted to help.  Them touching me was symbolizing something I couldn't really tell, but knowing that they weren't stopping me did tell me that it was ok that I couldn't save them. I think this walk on this dance floor is the stage of my life and not seeing the end of the dance floor tells me that my journey to meeting more people will never end and I guess I will not be able to save them all but they will leave a piece of them on me and I will know it's ok that I can't save them all.

Broke

That Saturday morning, I woke up uneasy, I was a little angry, like a frustrated type of anger.  Nothing I did to center my soul worked.  I went in the living room and sat in the lotus and I saw a wolf's head with a thick body almost bear like, fast and strong race up to my face, stared and growled at me then dashed off.  His eyes and teeth were already red.  That told me that it had already committed its crime and the blood was the blood of someone's spirit so I thought it was mine.  I went to work bewildered because I couldn't point a finger at anything in my life that was pulling my emotions in that direction with that kind of magnitude but I really could feel that my spirit was intact, just weighted down with something happening.  As the day came to an end, it dawned on me, someone's spirit broke and it was eaten by that wolf-bear like creature. Someone I knew and it was too late to save them.  It was a breaking I never felt before, a breaking that can leave someone hollow for the rest of their life, just darkness and death.  So the question was, who?  By Sunday evening I found out who it was.  I never told them of the vision and that I knew from the day before because I knew right as it happened.  Like I've been saying, I don't know what these images mean, why I'm the one seeing them, nor what is it that I'm supposed to do with them.  I'm chained to this chair front row alone in the theater with my eyes forced open to watch all the performances.