rather than leaving gently, my spirit was sucked out of me and forced into the corner between sijay's bed and bookshelf. i was held there for a while as i struggled to move and to turn the lamp on. i kept clicking the the switch over and over again trying to turn on the light to see who was doing this to me. "show yourself' i demanded, as i continued struggling to break free and reveal my attacker.
i suddenly was released from the grips of this entity and the light switch finally worked. i found myself still in the bedroom only it was different. the furniture had been moved around and the walls were painted a very unattractive shade of mustard brown...i felt instantly duped. i went into the hallway which opened up to a very familiar house which i recognized even though i felt i had never been there before. it was as if i was forced into an alternate or parallel reality for a few moments as i quickly walked around checking the house out. other than the bedroom it appeared empty of furniture. there were hardwood floors, and all the doors seem to open the wrong way or have the handles on the opposite side as i was used to.
i remember thinking wtf?! great! that fucking ghost really did it this time. he sent me here, and thinks this is funny. i also felt a sense of not being able to return to my life as i knew it, and that i would have to start living in this reality...i looked out the front door and then moved to a big open window. it seemed as if i had also shifted in time. like i was back in the 70's. as two women strolled by with their kids looking up at me in the window they talked as if they were old friends of mine, asking casually for me to watch their kids later in the afternoon...i then became angry and started screaming "take me back! take me back now!"
as i ran through the house trying to confront the ghost who sent me there..."take me back!" i yelled as i toured each room looking for him.
ending up in a large room at end of the hall, i was startled to find that i was not alone. the room had several middle aged east indian men all standing around chatting. they were enjoying each others company while trying to figure out how to move a very heavy and beautiful porcelain clock that was laying on the floor. I noticed the room had several other large clocks around. one of the elder men looked up at me not surprised at all and greeted me as if i were his wife. "hello dear" he said as he went back to the task of moving the clock "don't worry we will be careful with this one, i know it is your favorite" he said.
i then remember feeling very uncomfortable, as while he had a lovely demeanor, i was not attracted to him at all. in fact quite the opposite. he was older with a large belly and greasy hair. i said "hello", in a soft almost meek voice and for a moment i questioned if this was actually my life. was i a young indian woman who was forced into an arraigned marriage? i felt myself start to panic, but i didn't want to make a scene so i just pretended and went along with it, feeling terrorized on the inside. wanting desperately to return to my life and my boyfriend, i went back out into the house to seriously kick some ass. "take me back!" i yelled "take me back!"
then just as quickly as i was sucked out, i felt an abrupt return. i was thrust back into my body. heart racing. energy surging. i lay for a few minutes wondering if i would remember all the details in the morning...then decided to open my computer and share this first entry.