I keep remembering washing bandages in a stream, mixing salve and tending wounded. I remember sleeping on furs and the feel of icy wind. Of snow crunching. Of tracking game. Of bruises on my arm from a grip that was too tight. Being manhandled, my hair being pulled. Of having someone important taken from me. Crying in the dark at night. Pain through my whole body like a fire.
Whichever life I'm remembering, it was a happy one that went horribly, terribly wrong during a time of war. I think this was a life that I knew Rain. Maybe he's the one that was taken from me.
I had glimpses of an earlier time, as well. It's one that reoccurring and I think it was especially traumatizing. Someone very, very important to me had to go off to serve in a war. And I knew they were going to die. But despite all my pleading, they wouldn't stay. So they left and they died and I died inside. It's more clear now, the separation. I hate it. I feel like it might've also been Rain in a past life.
I don't really know, I'm just speculating. But I have a feeling I might be right. Before Poseidon was in this dream, though, but then it was probably a dream. Now, when I'm awake, it's clearly a memory. And it's not entirely the same. So I can't connect them definitely.
'Till next time.
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