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lauantaina, joulukuuta 03, 2005
another dream
i was (again) lying on my bed trying to sleep, and i couldn't. so somehow, my mind ran and ran, on and on. i felt as if i had many different voices whispering different ideas to me at the same time, while everything was silent except for my inner voice. then i tried to stop it and closed my eyes, trying my hardest to sleep. and then this weird story popped into my head.
it went something like this:
once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived in a land far far away across the wide oceans. she looked like any little girl you could know, and was extremely pretty with white skin as fair as the drifting clouds, and long chestnut locks that tumbled down to her waist. she always wore a white cotton frock, no matter what season, that fell rather short and hung about her knees. but this girl was no ordinary girl, for she never saw or was seen by any person in her lifetime, as she lived on a little stone wedge at the bottom of a well sine beginning of time.
the little well girl could see nothing as she looked up into the light at the top of her humble abode, save for a large shady tree, which dropped sweet apples to her in autumn. so the little well girl passed her time, slowly through decades and centuries on her little well-ledge. during the spring she smelt the first dew in the morning, and the sweet twittering of the birds, and saw the first light of spring break the winter darkness into a bright morning. in the summer, she smelt the heat, the hay and the green, and she loved the beautiful yellow warm sunlight that beat down upon her and made her skin tingle. and in the winter she watched the well water turn to ice, and she slipped off her ledge to walk upon the ice and look up into the grey sky, waiting for the ocassional snowflake that managed to reach her so deep down .
but the little girl loved the autumn most. her little tree would be heavy with fruit and the flesh of the apples it dropped was pure white under its crisp red skin. sometimes she heard laughter and music during the harvest time, and although she was grateful for the ripe red apples that she had, this was the time she most longed to be up in the light, and laugh with the people who visited the well.
the fact is ,the little well girl was lonely. she had no companions, and saw nothing of the outside world. all she knew of it was learnt from the voices, sounds of merrymaking she heard from the inside of her deep well and snatches of old song she had heard a time long ago before the humans came and when the well was made. no one saw her or knew anything of her.
one day as the first snow drifted down from the sky like soft white crytals, the little well girl felt extremely sad. she knew that winter was coming and no one would visit the well, for the water froze over, and she would sit there huddled with her dress wrapped about her, alone, without any voices to accompany her. the little well girl felt so sad, that suddenly she felt a single tear trickle down and freeze in the cold, a tiny sparkling diamond on her white cheek.
the little well girl was surprised, and touched her cheek. never had she heard of this wet drop that fell from her eye from the voices above. she brushed her hands off on her white dress and stood up on her ledge and looked up at the bare tree, standing quietly against the grey sky. the little well girl wanted to know what else she didnt know of that the people above did, for she knew only of the stars, the moon, and the sun and the tree, with its orange, greeen and red leaves.
for the first time in her life, the little well girl felt that she needed to know more. and soon her clear little voice was heard, singing an old song about the lily maidens of Gilsor, until Vigfus, a young village boy passed by and became the first to hear her. Vigfus was alarmed, and peered down into the well and called to the voice.
"Are you trapped? I'll lower a bucket for you," he shouted, waiting for the reply. The little well girl was overjoyed that a mere song could fetch a human. As Vigfus lowered a bucket to her, she held on to it, eager for her first glimpse of the world.
Slowly but surely, Vigfus the village boy drew the little well girl up into the world, and the little well girl held her breath in anticipation, wondering if all she dreamt of it would be true, and soon she got her wish look around outside her well.
Alas, what she saw, saddened her greatly. What the little well girl saw was not a beautiful place, white with winter's jewels but a forlorn, desolate area where the wind blew and howled about her ears. The little well girl climbed out of her well, and felt her heart grow heavier within her, as if it had turned to ice.
Vigfus however, was enchanted by the beautiful little well girl, and found he could hardly speak as he saw her climb out of he bucket he pulled up. He felt as if he had seen an angel come out of the well, and was breathless as he saw her take in the sight around her.
The little well girl, still saddened by her first sight of the world, turned to Vigfus, and thanked him many times for hearing her song, and helping her out of the well, and bid him to take her to the nearest village, and Vigfus did so.
The walk was a long one, but soon enough, Vigfus and the little well girl arrived at the village. The little well girl was delighted to meet people, and everyone she met was enchanted by her and her beauty. The village people held council, and there she sang and told them of old tales of ages past. In the end, the village people agreed that their village head should take her in, and care for her, for it seemed as if she had no kin and as they wished to keep her, for she seemed magical and queer.
Vigfus, throughout the winter, never failed to visit the little well girl, and they spent many a night chatting beside a crackling fire or roaming the woods nearby, and the more he saw her, the dearer she was to his heart.
Day after day, Vigfus and the little well girl spent, and he listened to her tales and songs, and told her of the ways of the world, and even greater grew his love for the little well girl.
One such winter night, as they sat in silence watching the flames with the village head, Vigfus told the little well girl or his love for her, and gave her a little white snow flower he had whittled out for pine wood for her. The little well girl was surprised and did not know how to react, and took the snowflower. Cradling it in her white hands, the little well girl then asked him what love meant. And he told her, love meant deeply caring for and wanting a person. This did not go down well with the little well girl, and she shook her little white head, and told him that she was free and belonged to no one. Vigfus was extremely sad, and village people told the little well girl that he had left the very next day, walking into the dark forest alone.
Upon hearing about this loss of her best friend the little well girl cried out as if in pain, rested her hand on her chest. For the second time, tears trickled down her cheeks and her heart fell heavier than ever.
The little well girl then left the village as well, much to the dismay of the village people who loved her for the gentle ways and for her beauty in both voice and appearance. Love and affection that was present among humans was not for her, she thought and she ventured into the forest, next to the brook that bubbled and sang under the ice.
She played with the animals and birds, and talked to them and learnt their songs.The little well girl was quite content, resting beneath snow laden trees and breathing in the crisp air of the season.
One day, the little well girl saw a deer she had befriended bending over another deer lying on the ground, nuzzling it and approached it to see what was the matter. The little well girl then suddenly heard a loud crack which startled her, and saw the deer fall to the groud, with thud. She ran out to the deer, and was despaired to see her animal friend hurt. Ever so gently she stroked its coat and sang a song to it, and tried her best to nurse it to health.
But try as she might, the little well girl could not revive the deer, and she felt her heart, again grow heavier in her heart for a third time, as she saw the deer slip away in her arms.
Suddenly, the little well girl became aware of the hunter who had shot the deer behind her, and turned quickly to look at him. To her surprise, she saw none other than her dear friend Vigfus. She started, and stared at him, as he took out the white snowflower that she had lost by the brook.
The little well girl was overcome with grief. Her little heart could not comprehend why the same person who loved her could so ruthlessly kill her animal friend, for Vigfus had not told her all that he knew of the world, for fear that sorrow would kill her. Slowly, she took the snowflower into her hands, and many tears now fell onto it as she bent over it, and Vigfus took the fragile little well girl into his arms.
The little well girl started to grow colder and colder in his arms, and after some time, when he noticed the sobs had ceased, he realised that the little well girl had disappeared, and naught was left of her, except for a little snow flower, which had turned into sparkling glass.
Thus the little well girl passed from this world back into the well, with a sorrow-filled heart listening to the voices of people she had grown to love at the top of the well, who forgot her and her songs and tales eventually. And so, the little well girl, with tumbling chestnut locks was never seen again, and only her sweet, clear voice was heard, at the well, singing her mournful song of love and sadness by people at the well.
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weird right? i think i might tell that story to my daughter or son one day. if i have one, as i intend to. haha. A202 knows about that wish now don't they.
my weirdest ideas (also sometimes the best ones) always come to me as i lie on my bed, waiting for sleep to take me, and dreams to sweep me away into worlds unknown.
by the way, my dream last night was just plain weird. i dream of charity, and that she was doing fund raising at the bus interchange (i think that was the place) and then there was this irritating voice chanting "Charity doing charity, Charity doing charity" over and over again. i was rather puzzled when i woke up.
oh well, 1 more day to genting. Hope everything goes well there.
very tired, aft band prac. heippa
marlz
12/03/2005 09:34:00 ap.