Saturday, March 31, 2012

1920s MYSTERY



I find myself in a large mansion that is full of people, who are gathered for a dinner party.  The crystals from the chandeliers and the glassware sparkle in the lights.  Everyone is dressed up in formal attire, formal but very old-fashioned – I recognize the styles of the 1920’s.  Of course, there are many others who are attired in the uniforms of maids and servants.  They provide the somber black and white contrast to the bright colours worn by others.

One woman seeks me out.  She’s dressed in a blue gown that sets off her blond hair, and I recognize her as the hostess and lady of this house.  She comes up to me and I see she’s angry, very angry.  She tells me I must leave, that I do not belong here.  “You will not be taking this away from me!”, she announces forcefully.  I am at a loss for words, because I do not understand what she’s talking about.  In fact, I am now puzzled and confused as to what I’m doing here.  I back away from her and go into a darkened, empty hallway to get my bearings.

Now I begin to notice other things – for all the glitter and sparkle, the building is rather shabby and in ill repair.  I am dressed in modern clothing, and … and floating two feet off the ground!!

Everything blurs, as though its fast forwarded, it’s now daylight and I find the woman, wearing another blue dress, sitting outside drinking tea.  I approach her, still floating not walking, and again, she becomes angry at the sight of me.  I try and tell her that I’m not a threat to her and her inheritance and that I’m more than willing to “abdicate” my place here.  For some reason, that makes her even angrier.  I float away from her, but find that I’m unable to leave the property – that something is binding me to this place.  It becomes very confusing, because at the same time that I’m seeing this, I am also experiencing all the memories of my “real” life, as though I somehow got transplanted into a by-gone era.  

I know that I must find some way to convince this woman that I’m not out the threat she thinks I am, because that is the only way I’ll find my way back home.

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