White folk

Date: 8/20/2018

This was a lucid dream. It was early morning and I knew it was time to wake up. I just didn’t want to open my eyes, but I was mostly awake. I New I would wake very shortly. I knew the colour of a misty white was created by the the drapes I have at my window. There was no sound. I saw figures in the misty colour and thought WTF. I deliberately stalled from waking to watch the figures. They were old people with white hair, a man and woman. I saw no distinct features. They were just two old individuals standing in the mist of what I knew to be part of my subconscious. By their gestures I could tell they meant a lot to each other and they were silently saying their goodbyes. The woman gently patted the man head. I could just make out the softness of their white fluffy hair. It was back combed and curled as hairdresser do to give body to frail old hair. The man’s body language tenderly deferred to the woman’s touch but seemed to make little reply. They separate. I could make out a little of their surroundings. They were standing on the pavement of a very long road. Their was a tall wall to one side. The man walked towards a car that brew up for him and I saw the car move off along the road. The cars was as ghost like as much as the people, the wall and everything faint detail of the vision. It was all almost transparent. Hardly there at all. The woman was left alone. I saw several other cars drive passed. They seemed transparent too. It was like they were driving through or passed me, the woman and the whole dream. I thought the cars or at least one of them should stop for the lady but for a long time she simply stood alone. I couldn’t tell if when she did start to walk it was towards a car or simple along the long pavement by the long stretching road.