Dreams of Divination

Life, Supernatural

Yet another night full of dreams for Ilumëo.

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The dream began with him waking up in his bed in his old room in Estruili, the room was looking like when he had left his belongings, his... everything.  

There were voices from the other rooms, he got up from his bed and moved to the main room where the kitchen and living room are, the room was filled with the smell of the meals his mother cooked and was inviting everyone to dinner, his siblings come running and they sat at the table after hugging his mother... They were not aware of him, as if they did not see him. Then, suddenly he felt a feeling inviting him from the other side of the room, and when he passed through the door he should've found himself outside at the backyard of his family house, but instead he found himself in a deep dark space, with a spotlight only illuminating him. In the spotlight, he saw flickering shapes at the other end of this darkness. As he got closer, the light followed him and the shapes appeared clearer; on a chain, constantly changing animal forms from one form to another, a long sword standing upright on an elevation that looks like a continuation of the room in black, then an ax in the same place, then a flat sword... and a leather-bound book resting on a higher pillar in the middle.

  Ilumëo reached and took the book, and suddenly he heared a voice in his head that almost feels like pressure,  

SEARCH! LEARN!

  At this point, the darkness around suddenly dissipates.    

Ilumëo found himself in the backyard of his home. But something was different, suddenly, fresh smells came to his nose and he could not feel the damp and salty and sour smell that he always have smelled in these dreams, as if he only feel the presence of something when it disappears, and that deep humming sound that causes a feeling of clogging in his ears had disappeared.   In addition, he suddenly felt a breeze on his skin and he realized that the air is not as warm as he would've expected at his hometown... There was green grass under his feet and colorful flowers on the well-kept flower beds around the house... When he looked away he saw green fields filled with life as far as he could see, he felt his surroundings at its full, green weeds, the little bugs hovering over the leaves, the chirps of birds flying around... He felt all the stages of the chain of life, and all these feelings surrounded him as if a mother conforts his child when he got hurt.   The sound of the blowing breeze turned into a melody that he had never heard before, as if not from this world, and he heard a loving, gentle female voice that he had never heard before, speaking as if singing,   "Come to me, Ilumëo, follow the path of your ancestors…"

    When he opened his eyes again, he found himself looking at the ceiling of the room, and when he opened his eyes the same female voice echoed in his mind,  

"Come to me…"