Sometimes my dreams stay longer.

Sometimes I can stay there even during the day, and feel safe for months or weeks and then suddenly can not enter that space. Can not get into something so familiar like it was never there…

Space in my head?

Or night reality?

Now…

I am in a village. White village… which opens only during winter. Which is so special, that it is protected by the huge, wide stone/mud fence. Frozen almost during this time. There is one gate and one secret path. There is an amazing woodland, but the village is something unusual… like people go out on vacations, here people come back with late autumn and go away with first spots of summer.

Inside, in the main place, in the center is a perfect pond. Frozen of course. None seen it not frozen. But ice sometimes gets thinner and… yeah, you can see them and him… blueish beings, so magical, that you got to have mind open, or just be crazy like me, to see them… and there is He…

Yeah…

Except Him and Sister Witches and a Shaman, who are the only ones living here for a whole year, none can stay here. So there is not many kids. Only a boy and a girl, who likes to play with ice… their parents are so normal, that it hurts, but everyone here is creative. There is me looking for archeological stuff but also noticing creativity of those people and a student of anthropology who I asked to work with.

Because of folklore…

Because of… me loving cultural archeology and ethnography.

Oh and me… yeah… this is another story…

But imagine this whiteness and blueness. And woodlands frozen with bits in different shapes hanging from them. And… everything being so beautiful… with light and with gloomy days…

A place to escape.

No TVs…