
It was there again in my dream.
That thing I once saw and has been haunting me since.
The dream started out in a calm snowy landscape where I was standing alone outside. It was getting darker as the sun was setting behind clouds and the wooden houses around had some firelights in them. I was in the cold outside though, staring at a snowfield, because there was this big white and grey crane flying around, watching me. It did not quite approach, but did not fly away either. Somehow then I stole a fish out of one of the houses and threw it near the bird, hoping it would recognize it as food. It did and something strange happened. It’s like it bonded to me, making bird sounds and I cawed back.
I left to go inside then, though I cannot remember what I did there. Somehow I cut off a part of my toe though and hurt myself. I thought,” I’m done for so I should just give myself to the cold”. On the way outside I picked up some cat food from my friend to feed it to the crane. The crane followed me, I heard it and saw it through windows. However, as I opened the front door, it wasn’t the normal looking bird from before.
It was this Yokai-like being, I saw before and seems linked to my chronic fever somehow.
Form of a crane, extremely long bending neck, black holes without any trace of reflections as eyes and a crown of fire. It’s neck moved in curious circles that shouldn’t be possible for an animal.
I was startled by it, as it stood tall in the doorway. But I knew it wouldn’t hurt me, even though it scared me. I gave it some food and it stuck close to me, warming me which hindered my plan of ”giving myself to the cold” and then it followed me into the house. I showed it to my family, who apparently gathered there. They found it eerie too. But it was my friend and guardian. I went to look with it into the terrarium, which had two green mambas in it.
That’s where my memory of the dream ends. And strangely after being sick with a high fever for several days, the day after I felt better.
This Fire-Crane-Yokai, it remains the most mysterious recurring dream-character I ever had.
About the Creator
竜鶴
Just a lonely person who writes out feelings, thoughts and dreams to get them out. Could talking ever suffice for a poetic mind?
Maybe others find themselves in similar thoughts. To you I reach out.


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