Dreams and Uncomfortable Aches
Imagine you're running through a field as if you're soaring like Quicksilver. You can stretch your arms wide, take a nice breath and still stay in motion with unimaginable effortlessness. Now perhaps, you're falling from a great height. You remember rushing through the apartment building hallway to the staircase window from where you take a plunge to the interlocking pavers on the sidewalk. You feel your nose turn into stone and it's a headache to breath. Woken up with a silent gasp and a shiver at your feet.
Consciousnesses is there but the body... the body you exist in is drained.
No life force or energy to head on with the day, confront others...speak understandable words.
Back is sore and so is the neck. It would be better not to move even the tiniest. Better is to go back to the dream, however weird it may be.
Like a simulation, whatever imaginable thing feels as though real.
Now, what would bring that happy feeling back.
Free falling from a much greater height should do it.
You're aware of the marrow of your body in the real world though.
Yet, you still imagine that somehow you've reached the top of the university campus, your knees recall the ache of climbing all the up there in futility so many times, your elbows and wrists remember writing so many exams. The crows are there, the sky is there and look, there's the grass dashing towards you as and while you're busy feeling your tingly feet. Tingling as if you've lept of a ledge and you're wondering when you learnt parkour even in the dream world. There's so much time to think in a minute of darkness. Then the memory of how grass should smell hits you. You're now in the clouds and you want to stay there. What a weird and wonder striking dream.
Conscious again. You have a sweaty neck and wow, you feel your heart beating in your neck. It doesn't feel natural until you remember pulse checks are done on the wrist and neck. Moments later, another pulse between your thumb and forefinger. Marvelous until that ache in your lower spine makes you groggy again.
"Can't get up"... You lay there thinking of a reason why you slept off. It would be nice to say, I had a dream where I saw a mermaid and wanted to see how the dream ended. Now, you're off to watch that brain movie...but there's only so much you can imagine.
Once you're up and out of bed, standing on two feet and your blood has adjusted, the world seems a different sort of normal than you desire but hey, atleast you're alive.
It's only been a close to a dozen weeks since you've talked to anyone you like talking to.
Ha! The brilliant thing is you've still got nothing normal to say.
Do you spend a lot of time chasing after the sandman's dreams as well?
I know I sure have and blimey, it's hard to recall anything when you've had too many.
Consciousnesses is there but the body... the body you exist in is drained.
No life force or energy to head on with the day, confront others...speak understandable words.
Back is sore and so is the neck. It would be better not to move even the tiniest. Better is to go back to the dream, however weird it may be.
Like a simulation, whatever imaginable thing feels as though real.
Now, what would bring that happy feeling back.
Free falling from a much greater height should do it.
You're aware of the marrow of your body in the real world though.
Yet, you still imagine that somehow you've reached the top of the university campus, your knees recall the ache of climbing all the up there in futility so many times, your elbows and wrists remember writing so many exams. The crows are there, the sky is there and look, there's the grass dashing towards you as and while you're busy feeling your tingly feet. Tingling as if you've lept of a ledge and you're wondering when you learnt parkour even in the dream world. There's so much time to think in a minute of darkness. Then the memory of how grass should smell hits you. You're now in the clouds and you want to stay there. What a weird and wonder striking dream.
Conscious again. You have a sweaty neck and wow, you feel your heart beating in your neck. It doesn't feel natural until you remember pulse checks are done on the wrist and neck. Moments later, another pulse between your thumb and forefinger. Marvelous until that ache in your lower spine makes you groggy again.
"Can't get up"... You lay there thinking of a reason why you slept off. It would be nice to say, I had a dream where I saw a mermaid and wanted to see how the dream ended. Now, you're off to watch that brain movie...but there's only so much you can imagine.
Once you're up and out of bed, standing on two feet and your blood has adjusted, the world seems a different sort of normal than you desire but hey, atleast you're alive.
It's only been a close to a dozen weeks since you've talked to anyone you like talking to.
Ha! The brilliant thing is you've still got nothing normal to say.
Do you spend a lot of time chasing after the sandman's dreams as well?
I know I sure have and blimey, it's hard to recall anything when you've had too many.
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