I was on a trip with my family, the adults were off doing something or other in a white building, while my brothers and cousins were playing with a ball and I walked to the car to get my sachel.
The ball flew passed me and went down a really steep hill and we all stared at it because none of us wanted to go and get it, but someone kicked it back to us.
It was odd but we didn't really think anything of it.
A short time later I found myself in an old house, the roof was flat and it was made of smooth cold white stone.
Some of the walls had holes in them where parts of the wall had fallen away and other rooms could be seen to hold little treasures or old artifacts, but the room I entered through was fairly empty and just barely big enough to hold a few people around the sarcaphogus in the center.
I remember thinking it seemed familiar, and that even though it looked Egyptian it was actually far older than anything in the valley of the kings.
A piece of crumbling wall to the back of the room fell away and I went to peek into it and found a cozy little place with a tv and a bed and a couch, but no person, so I crawled through to get a better look, the room was empty and sealed to the outside world but there were a few familiar seeming objects there that in my real life I have never seen.
Cross stitches and clothing items that seemed fairly old. I remember thinking about arguing with my dad over money, and about sharing money with my husband and how it was unfair of me not to share my personal money even if it was given to me as a gift.
Thats what I was thinking about when the man appeared, he didn't startle me, it felt like he had been there the entire time, even though there was so little space he couldn't have been hiding anywhere. He was very familair.
Taller than me, broad shouldered with long dark hair and a strong squared jaw and he seemed very happy to see me but he moved very calmly despite his face.
Something about the sarcaphogus next door tugged at me and somehow it occured to me that it was his, either from a previous life or he was some sort of spirit.
He was kind and gentle when speaking to me, and he kept looking at me like someone who hasn't seen you in years and can't believe you are in front of them.
I already knew his name as soon as I saw him and it seemed to fall breathlessly out of my lips “Anase" but I don't know how I knew that name.
I stayed with him awhile in silence, looking at the items in his house and thinking about how familair he seemed and the way he was acting and the sarcophogus in the next room.
The next thing I can remember is that my brothers and I went to a pool near an old house. My dad warned us not to go but we went and he came with us. The pool filled around us and someone brought out an old camera and we watched a video of our younger selves playing in this exact pool despite us not remembering it.
I kept thinking of Anase, and it somehow made me feel calm and relaxed even though my dad seemed pretty concerned. My brother asked the lady with the camera about the house and despite my dad's refusal the lady took us inside.
It looked old but I had this feeling in my chest that it was so very familair to me. There was a large staircase with dark wood and a large red carpet with some kind of colorful star that covered the entire floor.
It looked like the wallpaper had been torn of and the entire room looked and felt very old. I found myself climbing the stairs, and from there I could see my brothers run to the center of the carpet, only to have the floor fall away once they got there.
It fixed itself and was as good as new and they layghed like it had been a large trampoline and chased each other up the stairs going ahead of me.
When I reached the top a lady showed me to a large furnished bedroom, it had those old cabinets where a servant from the kitchen could send up snacks on a pulley.
But there were only to older ladies here now and the pulleys started acting weird and bringing up strange things. One was a bucket that the older lady was going to send back down but I needed it for something, I dont remember what.
When the pulleys stopped, I noticed the room was really clean and it smelled good, like some sort of cologne. I felt relaxed and forgot all about everyone else because the room reminded me of Anase.
I think I stayed there a couple of days, touching all the fabrics and cabinets like I remembered them or something. I had a stray thought about my husband and everything suddenly seemed to fall apart. I felt that Anase was angry and jealous and I ran to the next room to find my husband and to protect him while he slept. It felt as if the house itself would attack. I found my brothers awake and confused in the same room.
I felt extremely sad suddely everything seemed to calm down into the same saddeness and I woke up still feeling like I hurt someone's feelings.
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