Didn't have a long wait for the next "installment."
This time I was with my sister Jean, who was pregnant.
Now, she was, in essence, in experience, her current self, but she was physically much much younger. She was like one of those frail flamingo-like Japanese drawings of young blonde big-blue-eyed American teens. (Trying to find an image to share but are finding none for public use.) She was neither helpless nor flustered, except in spurts, by the whole pregnancy thing.
(Enough with the expectation thing already!)
We were/I was walking places and kept encountering people -- females -- with whom we/I would have normal conversation, but then once walking away, would think or say "Wait, What?" and would turn back or go back, and they would not be where they were. Sometimes, some Other One would be there, with oblique comments about those Left Behind as we/I transversed, but again, there was nothing unusual in the interchanges.
Somewhere along the way, we realized that these Persons were ghosts. They were mostly Japanese-drawing blonde Americans, somewhat uncouth, but without the fragility.
The places we were encountering them was either long alleyways, or hallways.
(Enough with the hallways already, too!)
I have lost the story-thread of the ghosts, but there was one. It was rather elaborate. At some point there was a dark building, such as a mill or a lighthouse. There was dark, heavy, ornate furniture that the ghosts would stand behind. This building was the gate house or guest house associated with the clock of the mill or light. There was a slender dark-haired woman who was the guardian.
Jeanie was there with me sometimes, and sometimes not. Sort of hopping in and out of the story, but mostly there in this part. We were supposed to discover something, but we had to discover for ourselves what we needed to discover. Not even the Guardian, named Megan/Millie or something like, could tell us what it was, but we were there in the clock/light tower, so we were well on the way to figuring it out. Towards the end, the pregnancy was increasing along with the frequency of encounters.
Jean and I were both joyous when realizing these encounters were with ghosts (spirits) and we somehow agreed that that made sense and also was satisfying.
Now, my little Jeanie was a bird-boned little blue-eyed blonde, long ago and once upon a time. As adults, she has sometimes been my advisor, my co-conspirator, my sounding board, and we have worked out a few problems and made some non-world-shattering discoveries.
I do wonder if the ghosts are our pasts, as in childhoods (different but connected) or even family heritage. Or it could just be something to do with "Time".We have shared an interest in genealogy, and there's a clock and a Maggie (Megan/Millie combined) involved in that. I had even remembered just a few days ago that some military insignia we once discussed had been found when my dad was digging out a floor to put in a bathroom. They had been in a box that was found when tearing out a wall. It seems to me they were buried, but that doesnt make sense -- put in a wall makes more sense -- and I was really too young to remember much about that at all. I was probably just developing a memory when the bathroom started being discussed and/or built. (I have a vaguer-than-vague impression that we had a new baby boy at the time. I have a distinct memory of having to take giant step -- the whole length of my leg -- to step over the board leading into where the bathroom was being added on. A 1x10 or something.)
'
This time I was with my sister Jean, who was pregnant.
Now, she was, in essence, in experience, her current self, but she was physically much much younger. She was like one of those frail flamingo-like Japanese drawings of young blonde big-blue-eyed American teens. (Trying to find an image to share but are finding none for public use.) She was neither helpless nor flustered, except in spurts, by the whole pregnancy thing.
(Enough with the expectation thing already!)
We were/I was walking places and kept encountering people -- females -- with whom we/I would have normal conversation, but then once walking away, would think or say "Wait, What?" and would turn back or go back, and they would not be where they were. Sometimes, some Other One would be there, with oblique comments about those Left Behind as we/I transversed, but again, there was nothing unusual in the interchanges.
Somewhere along the way, we realized that these Persons were ghosts. They were mostly Japanese-drawing blonde Americans, somewhat uncouth, but without the fragility.
The places we were encountering them was either long alleyways, or hallways.
(Enough with the hallways already, too!)
I have lost the story-thread of the ghosts, but there was one. It was rather elaborate. At some point there was a dark building, such as a mill or a lighthouse. There was dark, heavy, ornate furniture that the ghosts would stand behind. This building was the gate house or guest house associated with the clock of the mill or light. There was a slender dark-haired woman who was the guardian.
Jeanie was there with me sometimes, and sometimes not. Sort of hopping in and out of the story, but mostly there in this part. We were supposed to discover something, but we had to discover for ourselves what we needed to discover. Not even the Guardian, named Megan/Millie or something like, could tell us what it was, but we were there in the clock/light tower, so we were well on the way to figuring it out. Towards the end, the pregnancy was increasing along with the frequency of encounters.
Jean and I were both joyous when realizing these encounters were with ghosts (spirits) and we somehow agreed that that made sense and also was satisfying.
Now, my little Jeanie was a bird-boned little blue-eyed blonde, long ago and once upon a time. As adults, she has sometimes been my advisor, my co-conspirator, my sounding board, and we have worked out a few problems and made some non-world-shattering discoveries.
I do wonder if the ghosts are our pasts, as in childhoods (different but connected) or even family heritage. Or it could just be something to do with "Time".We have shared an interest in genealogy, and there's a clock and a Maggie (Megan/Millie combined) involved in that. I had even remembered just a few days ago that some military insignia we once discussed had been found when my dad was digging out a floor to put in a bathroom. They had been in a box that was found when tearing out a wall. It seems to me they were buried, but that doesnt make sense -- put in a wall makes more sense -- and I was really too young to remember much about that at all. I was probably just developing a memory when the bathroom started being discussed and/or built. (I have a vaguer-than-vague impression that we had a new baby boy at the time. I have a distinct memory of having to take giant step -- the whole length of my leg -- to step over the board leading into where the bathroom was being added on. A 1x10 or something.)
'
Strange that pregnant Jeanie looked like the ghosts.
ReplyDeleteI dunno. the ghosts are pretty much a stereotype in the anime world, especially that geared toward younger people.
ReplyDelete