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some months ago, I dreamt this:
I was hiking along a shore in woods. warm sea breeze brought brightness to the surroundings. I explore a winding, steep path to an abandoned wooden suspension bridge. it was beautifully decaying, smell of sweet earth. I met Tanner with his long hair there. He was me. He was camping out behind the trees and the rocks there for a few days during his travel. next afternoon he was not there. He had crossed the water, the sea, by a ferry that came to this ledge before noon. Tanner went ahead on this ferry to an island an eyesight away, with magnificent rock formations/statues, with the soothing gusty breeze in his face. Setting there enjoying the sun, the hot dry wind, and the greenery, Tanner was peaceful. He did not know that the ferry did not come back after 3 pm. I went to look for him at the shore but I could only find his backpack put away on the remain of the bridge. straining my eyes across the water did not let me find Tanner. He probably tried to swim back through the cold fresh water, the summer water. He would have enjoyed it if not for the strong current.
He never came back.
Last night, I dreamt this:
I came upon a system of ponds. I am riding my cycle around them. The water is algae green, and the shore is emerald green. My job is to patrol the shore. I go around with a canoe, I go around with a bike. I had to climb on branches and roots next to the pond, some necessary maneuver. I had to make bypasses for the water, look after the movements.I went around - round and round.
I woke up with tears on my face for the first time.
I was hiking along a shore in woods. warm sea breeze brought brightness to the surroundings. I explore a winding, steep path to an abandoned wooden suspension bridge. it was beautifully decaying, smell of sweet earth. I met Tanner with his long hair there. He was me. He was camping out behind the trees and the rocks there for a few days during his travel. next afternoon he was not there. He had crossed the water, the sea, by a ferry that came to this ledge before noon. Tanner went ahead on this ferry to an island an eyesight away, with magnificent rock formations/statues, with the soothing gusty breeze in his face. Setting there enjoying the sun, the hot dry wind, and the greenery, Tanner was peaceful. He did not know that the ferry did not come back after 3 pm. I went to look for him at the shore but I could only find his backpack put away on the remain of the bridge. straining my eyes across the water did not let me find Tanner. He probably tried to swim back through the cold fresh water, the summer water. He would have enjoyed it if not for the strong current.
He never came back.
Last night, I dreamt this:
I came upon a system of ponds. I am riding my cycle around them. The water is algae green, and the shore is emerald green. My job is to patrol the shore. I go around with a canoe, I go around with a bike. I had to climb on branches and roots next to the pond, some necessary maneuver. I had to make bypasses for the water, look after the movements.I went around - round and round.
I woke up with tears on my face for the first time.