Date Posted:09:48:00 03/02/10 Tue Author: Lady Morilka Subject: Better late than never (being sick does have one advantage)>>> In reply to:
susiej
's message, "Re: Class is back in session >>>>>" on 19:54:43 01/25/10 Mon
>Rose dreamt of the wheel at the Mill endlessly
>turning, turning, while the water ran on finding its
>way to the sea. Slowly, the wheel turned I stumble acrosses that "turned" here because I am still in the turning of the wheel and not thinking about the wheel turning INTO something. Maybe another word would be more fitting here like ie "changed"
into great
>wooden doors opening wide. Seven silver stars shone
>above them. Rose passed through toward the sounds of
>music and laughter. The doors shut behind her and
>turned back into the wheel, turning, endlessly
>turning, while the water ran on to the sea. Rose could
>hear it, but could not see it.The music faded. The
>laughter died. The stars above the doors went out.
>Eyes came in their place. Eyes not like stars or
>flame. They gleamed like a predator’s.
I really like this dream, in books, dreams are often too clear for my taste, I like the changing of the setting here. and exebt for that one remark, it is great.
