I had a dark dream about a girl last night. It took place in a huge hall with a domed ceiling, like in the grand rafters of a cathedral. The atmosphere was so thick and suffocating it still clings to me hours after waking. The girl hung herself from the huge domed ceiling and left a man alone in the space to be haunted by her troubled shadow.
People came and went and the structure of the building rusted green and grey. I remember one woman wailing that she couldn't bear the though of the girl wrapping the rope around and around and around. The man just listened and felt the woman didn't know the half of it.
I think I was sometimes the man and sometimes the building itself. I felt the pain of the space so strongly I think I must have been within the walls and the rafters.
Now the dream is fading and the nausea of it all is being swept away by the mundane, like ancient dust under a dresser. But there are lingering bits of grey that the broom cant reach, the bits that nestle in corners for years until someone moves house and moves the dresser.