>>1985125Below is what I remember. I will try not to colour it too much with any of my reflections, and just tell it as the images presented themselves.
From that moment I was looking out over the cliff at the sunset, the next I was looking down at myself from above. I remember seeing myself, my Bro, and Mate all sitting still with very stern expressions as we watched the sky. We were lit up red and gold with the light, and all over us were perched the fantails, more than there had been before, and all of them still and quiet, watching the sky just like we were. The scene then went dark as the sun vanished, and everything was cast in the deep red of the sky.
Next I was back in the perspective of my own body, but I do not recall being lucid in it, as it was like I was a passenger rather than driving. I have to emphasise how abstract and dreamy this all felt, things like perspective and geography were being warped for the sake of the images I was seeing.
I was again looking up at the sky, and the black rends that we had seen before were growing and merging until it split the sky, which exactly mirrored the black shape of the river below us. Out of that black river in the sky figures began to emerge, black silhouettes cast onto the red sky. They came out of the river and were at the banks.
Now the perspective shifted, and it’s like I was in the first person perspective of one of those people down on the river. We were on the banks looking up at Pohaturoa, pulling in canoes to the banks. The people looked like Maori, but they did not have facial tattoos, and their hair was dark red. I (or the body whose eyes I was seeing through) looked to where a large canoe was being pulled in, and a tall man who I knew was the chief of our people stepped out onto the bank and turned to a woman.
