A New Dream
Dear (Your Name Here),
This work evaluation thing gets so lonely and boring that I think I'll make a habit of updating my neglected blog when I come in.
Life has presented many funny things. Not just recently, but throughout my memory. The saddest thing is that I feel like my memory is not what it used to be. It could be that I'm just older. I could be wrong about it altogether, but I still feel like I can't cherish my life the way I once did because I can't experience the sum of it all the that way I did when I was younger. Ah well.
I had a landmark dream last night. I'm pretty sure I was lucidly dreaming. It's hard to say because it's hard to remember everything I was thinking, but I'm pretty sure this was the case because I know I felt like I was in complete control. And it came to be that way in the most epic moment of my subconcious, surreal life, and, for that matter, real life as well.
It started like any other dream. But then I was in a plane that suddenly became doomed to crash. All the people aboard began to panic, but I, for once, took charge and tried to control the situation. I said to everyone that everyone could be saved and "This doesn't have to be a nightmare." And that's when the dream changed. Now, whether this
*PAUSE - Finally a table!*
was my volition or the plot of the dream I amusingly do not know, but I then jumped out of the plane. In my descent to the ground below, my mind wandered to the speculation I'd heard about that in the dreams in which you are falling, which I'd never had before, you always wake up before hitting the ground. There I was falling for the first time in a dream, and then I thought about Alice in Wonderland and I let myself hit the ground, softly. By that I mean I still felt a quite a jolt, but there was no pain. And then, another first for me, I pushed myself off the ground, into the air, and flew. It was scary and euphoric, realistic but comforting. I could feel the force of the air and the wind and the inertia. I felt like my mind was finally uncaged for the first time in years, as I looked at what should have been above me in a direction that my neck told me was up but what something greater told me was forward. Every movement was the right one; every feeling was intense. I didn't want the feeling to end, but before I chose to wake up, I felt like it was a new beginning, which is a good feeling to wake up to. And I doubt I'll never fly again. And in a way, the experience was so intense that I believe I really did fly.
I could end all of this with a pun, but I choose not to, for once.
-Doug
P.S. - I never landed before waking up.
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