Monday, March 22, 2010

That Dream part 1: the airplane

Inside it I was. There was: crashing, the knowledge that we would be crashing, or at least, crashing held a tremendous chance. I was told by myself to ball up and become empty. Make a black hole inside myself and then retreat into it. This I did and was comforted by the escape. Comforted as in erased of all feeling, dissolved into that black circle inside myself. Lovely, lost.

And then I was again me. On the road, watching the plane glide above and away. It was a glider, no wonder the engines made no noise. I was me again, on the road, moving towards a massive storm.

end part 1