dream fragment
I fell asleep while doing some sketches for drawing class, with my sketchpad still in my lap. An odd feeling, one I hope will occur more often with the same kind of fervor that once caused (f)AD to leave a note on my freezer door.
This is what I dreamed:
I was running, out of breath. I was outdoors, but the ground on which I ran was carpeted. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and ears. I could hear it. I remember, very distinctly, that I didn't know where I was running from or to. I was going very fast.
My heartbeat was going about double-time what my feet were doing, and I had to look down for fear of stumbling. I watched my feet hit the ground, in almost perfect half-time to my beating heart. Thump-thump/tap, thump-thump/tap. I thought that it sounded a bit like shuffling a deck of cards, and that's when I realized I was running on a deck of cards that was being shuffled. I could feel the world underneath my feet split in two, and the ground became steeper as some invisible hand began to bend the cards back. With a snap, I felt the two halves let loose, could see part of the deck in front of me slamming down on top of each other (there were these giant clouds of dust that seemed to have faces in them), and I was running right towards it.
It's funny how this stuff always takes longer to type out than it does to just know, like you always do in your dreams. I was too tired to stop running, or change direction, but I had enough sense to know that, since I was running on the top of one of the halves of the deck, I had basically a 50/50 chance that I'd either be on the topmost card after the shuffle, or I'd be flattened by the top two or three cards, giant things in my dream now that stretched out as far as the eye could see.
I redoubled my speed, well past anything I could endure for more than a few minutes, and ran towards my potential doom. I could feel my heart push into my throat. Sweat poured into my eyes, blinding me. I think I was screaming.
That was when I woke up.
This is what I dreamed:
I was running, out of breath. I was outdoors, but the ground on which I ran was carpeted. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and ears. I could hear it. I remember, very distinctly, that I didn't know where I was running from or to. I was going very fast.
My heartbeat was going about double-time what my feet were doing, and I had to look down for fear of stumbling. I watched my feet hit the ground, in almost perfect half-time to my beating heart. Thump-thump/tap, thump-thump/tap. I thought that it sounded a bit like shuffling a deck of cards, and that's when I realized I was running on a deck of cards that was being shuffled. I could feel the world underneath my feet split in two, and the ground became steeper as some invisible hand began to bend the cards back. With a snap, I felt the two halves let loose, could see part of the deck in front of me slamming down on top of each other (there were these giant clouds of dust that seemed to have faces in them), and I was running right towards it.
It's funny how this stuff always takes longer to type out than it does to just know, like you always do in your dreams. I was too tired to stop running, or change direction, but I had enough sense to know that, since I was running on the top of one of the halves of the deck, I had basically a 50/50 chance that I'd either be on the topmost card after the shuffle, or I'd be flattened by the top two or three cards, giant things in my dream now that stretched out as far as the eye could see.
I redoubled my speed, well past anything I could endure for more than a few minutes, and ran towards my potential doom. I could feel my heart push into my throat. Sweat poured into my eyes, blinding me. I think I was screaming.
That was when I woke up.