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Contributed by: goldfish on 05-26-2006 | 3981 Views
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 It takes place in a village by the sea in a region that brings to mind the Northern Califorina coast(where I have never been). The village is well built, the houses have smooth whitewashed walls with green windows and doors, the houses are grouped together and connected to each other. The air is different to the air we breather today, it seems somehow richer, thincker and is saltier. I have the very strong impression that this is taking place in another epoch of the world's existence, some earlier time to the one we live in now. The village is deserted, sand is piling up by the doors of the houses. My feeling is that the village culture is a matriarchy. I am aware that the women have driven all the men out of the village. I am in my late teens or early twenties, dressed in something like soft leather and I am the last male in the village. I seem to remember debatiing with myself about whether or not I would be driven out like the men before me. Then the women come (I have the impression they they would rather not but are driven to do what they do) and drive me out of the village, up the sandy beach to the left of the village and into the sea. I am forced face down into the sea. I lift my head and see a flock of birds like large gannets coming over the horizon. They attack, slashing me with their talons. I am aware that in my right hand, clenched in the surf in front of me, I am holding a gold sovereign. I die there on the beach. I can recall feeling no fear or pain except when I first saw the birds rising from the horizon. I then become aware of myself again. Now I am lying face down on the same beach, but on the dry sand with my head towards the land. I open my right hand and there is a Zippo style lighter bearing on its face the gold sovereign. I am dressed in modern clothes. The time is now.
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