A Recent Dream: Part One
I am hovering at high speeds, spinning in all directions, zigging and zagging through heavily glassed lofts full of sunlight. The aim is to escape, but I can't break the glass. I quickly realize I am dependent upon the small swarm of wooden ducks near my head to direct me in this fast paced floating panic and burst through the appropriate windows into adjoining window lined lofts. After flying in and out of several sparkling buildings, the mid-morning light creating a golden glow, I stop in a dim disheveled basement. Narrow horizontal windows sparsely cover the uppermost edges of the walls. Terror sets in. The person with whom I was hovering suddenly comes into focus and we realize that we must escape the nuclear gas blanketing the city. Scanning the cement room our eyes fall upon the small wooden door in the ground. Our intuition tells us we can't open it. As the gas begins seeping into the room a troop of teddy bears march in and heave the door up for us. Frantically waving us onward, they know they won't be able to follow. We know they won't be able to follow. My partner reluctantly crawls through the opening, while I duck closer to the ground to avoid the noxious fumes. The teddy bears eyes tell me everything is going to be okay, they want me to live, and I move on hoping their sacrifice isn't for nothing.