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I Wanna Go Back To The Lakehouse....

It's been a few weeks since I spent a magical few days up at the Lakehouse.
Surprisingly, I am still enjoying the mellow feelings which washed over me up there.


This is how the world perceives me on social media. 
A little blurry and surrounded by fuzzy edges. 
These days, I try not to get too personal on social media because declarations, opinions, other statements are often taken far out of context. 
Instead, I prefer to keep my posts more upbeat and generic. 
This way people know my views but, are blocked from seeing into my soul.

A Night Of Crazy Empath Dreams-Part III

Darkness is all around me and it is hard to breathe. The ghosts are no longer chasing me. I can hear the muffled echoes music and laughter. Suddenly, I am walking out of the ocean and onto a beach filled with music and laughter.

The wind is blowing through my dark hair which is considerably longer than it has been in a long time. It clings to my chest and rib cage. I look down at my body and notice that I am clad in black bikini bottoms and no top. My long hair covers my breasts yet, I still feel a wave of self-consciousness.

A tall golden skinned young man in his early 20's is tending bar. He is a few inches over 6 feet tall. His profile is strong and hawk like. Dark hazel eyes gaze at me with concern. He wraps a blanket around me and says:

"Don't worry, you are safe here."

He makes a place for me at the bar. Wordlessly, he serves me a tall glass of water and orders a meal for me. I am grateful for the warmth of the blanket. A few moments later, he sets down a pla…

A Night Of Crazy Empath Dreams-Part II

I safely made it out of the room o' resentment and into a narrow hallway. I am walking briskly looking for a way out of this house. The vibe of this place is filled with instability and delusion. Behind me, I hear raised voices and loud footsteps headed towards me. They are chanting my name.

I break out into a run but, they are soon just a few feet behind me. I run through an open door, shutting and locking it behind me. I push a  mid-sized winged back chair against the door and look around for a weapon.
The door knob is rattling and they chant my name for a few minutes more and then it becomes eerily silent. I glance up at the top of the door frame to see the ghostly figures of a man and a woman slipping through it.
They are headed straight for me....and then I am cloaked in blackness.

A Night Of Crazy Empath Dreams-Part I

She sits atop a stairwell in a semi-darkened room. Upon closer inspection, I notice that half of her face is gone and there is a look of anger on her face.

He is facedown on the floor at the bottom of the stairs. Her pain-filled gaze falls upon me. I do not feel comfortable in this room. The stench of resentment hangs heavily in the air.

Her lips are slowly moving and I can barely make out the words.

"He never really loved me. I was always just a whistle stop. A place to gather up strength until he could move onto the next woman."

I look down at his prone form and jump back in surprise after his hand grasps my left ankle. I stumble a bit but, manage to escape into another room.

Neither one of them bother chasing me. They are too focused on the resentment hanging between them.