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 I had another dream. I’m locked in bed in this room and in my mind still. I guess because I am having trouble telling where I am anymore.  My messages are getting garbled.  Like an old TV signal passing through trees and wind.  Something blocking the clarity of my mind and my dreams. Although my dream made me wonder if this is really a bed i am in. It seems like one in my mind. I can’t imagine it would be anything but a dream and a real bed.  I had a dream where I was talking to two people who were interviewing me to find out what was happening to me.  I don’t remember every part of the dream, or everything that they said.  That is what was also so strange about that dream.  I don’t normally forget the parts of a dream, or forget moments that I am seeing when i am asleep.  Only when I am awake do things seem to fall apart and get lost in the flow of moments.

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Someone passed me a ticket. Someone reached out to me as I walked past them, and handed me something. I took it without thinking. So much of that happens outside of thought. Where I just respond. Like running on rails, and not involved with what I am doing. I don’t know where I was, or how i got there. I know that the sun was out, and there were people everywhere. An echo of times walking in the crowds that I don’t remember. But I was given a ticket, to somewhere inside.

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I can’t understand why the days seem so much longer now.  They seem to last weeks and months.  I fall asleep one moment, and the next it is morning.  I am sure though that huge chunks of time have passed while I am asleep.  I don’t know how i know.  There isn’t anything in this room to tell me, or anything in my body feeling that would clue me in.  I know though.  Like an internal clock starts up when I am awake, and I am shocked to read the date.  Something about it scares me.  Like my reality is falling apart. At the same time, i am excited.  I’m living more it seems away from this room.  Away from this place.  

 

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This morning the sound cut out of my dreams. And that silence carried over into the room. The same room and the same bed. Over and over, morning after morning. I feel like i have been slipping into and out of these mornings for so long. Months and I haven’t had a memory I could remember. Nothing to cling to, until this morning. Then my dream went silent. My ears stopped, and then i woke up. The room was so quiet. Still and quiet, and the hum was gone. The buzzing of wires was gone. Just the air slowing in the room was left.

The dream was odd for me. Nothing i have had before that i could remember. Even the pieces of it don’t make sense when i look back on them and try to remember. I remember hovering balls, broken into these mechanical shapes of silver and orange. Diamonds of silver, and orange around the edges of the diamonds. Grey holes in the center of the diamond. Floating, with clear edges along the silver diamonds. It looked like a ball you could split on a seam.

The balls were hovering in the air. Hanging at different levels in the room around me. Floating at distances around me, and they all seemed both the exact same as each other, and different sizes. I know that they had to be either the same size, or different, but they were both at once. The single thing that I don’t understand is the feeling they gave me. It seemed to me that these were all cameras. Hovering cameras all around me. All the angles, and I was in the center of this storm of balls. And even though it seemed they were frantically moving, nothing was moving in the room. Except me, i was darting my eyes and body, trying to see and make sense of all this.

And there was a sound. A sound of a small drone hovering. Something like a mechanical bee, or wasp, floating up and down. The sounds were constant. Not a sound of a motor trying to maintain position, or rise. Just a steady hum of noise. The sound seemed to come from each ball, and from all around me. I couldn’t see anything moving though. No blades whirling around trying to hold the mechanical things steady. No air or dust blowing around. Just the sound.

Then suddenly, silence. Not a shutting down of the noise of the balls. But a silence like my auditory nerves were severed. Nothing at all was making any noise. My clothes were silent, and the balls seemed even more still. They were hovering before, and now they seemed frozen in place. How can things that aren’t moving, move less. Was the perception of movement actually my ear hearing the sound, and trying to figure it out?

Then i woke up. I woke up so confused, and for a moment i moved my eyes around the room. Looking for, and expecting to see, those mechanical things had followed me here. There was nothing though. Nothing was in the room except me. The room had gone still though. I was so confused from my dream that I didn’t understand at first what was going on. Then I realized that I couldn’t hear the sound of the wires below my head. They were gone completely. Just shut off.

I don’t know what they were doing before. The noises didn’t seem to power anything that I could see. I’m waiting now to see what changes with the power cut off. If the power is cut off, what shut it down? What does that mean for me here? Is something in this room now drawing down power, or without it at all?

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Something new happened. I have to remember it. I don’t know how to even classify this in the oddities that seem to happen so frequently. And I want to talk about the annoying hum in the wires behind my head. I know it isn’t a large thing to want to change, but if i could find some way to shut that off, my mind would unclench. That can wait though. I think someone was watching me in my dream last night.

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It was a joy. A joy of so much freedom last night. So much and so long since i have had dreams of water. So long without my dreams of waves, and water, and running. I couldn’t believe it. When i woke up in my dream, i was already moving. I remember the water was green, and blue. It felt like electricity, and life itself. I remember the moon was high in the sky, and I could almost feel the waves being pulled up.

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It was a wind through a tunnel. Something narrow and cold. I know it was cold like steel, or silver. The color was silver, and even in the dark, the walls glowed and shone. Something burnished and almost alive. The wind was a rush. Like water in a valley, it was pushed into and through this passageway. Blowing with a steady flow, and it wasn’t until i stood there for a while that i noticed the changes in the wind.

It started out that i noticed the hairs on my arms. They would blow, and then for a brief moment, slowly rise a tiny fraction. Then, back to where they were. This is when i realized that the wind wasn’t constant. The tunnel was breathing. Or the wind was breathing and the tunnel was channeling the breath by me. Either way, it was subtle and only in my stillness did i notice the changes.

I remembered as a child i stood on a hillside that had been mined years before. The mountain was full of holes where people had dug and dug. I was climbing on the mountain, and remember finding a hole in the ground. Just a tiny hole, maybe a foot across. I would have walked by it without noticing, except the wind coming out of it made this sound. Like a soft moaning noise. The wind was coming from inside the mountain. It was a chimney for the mines below, to carry air into the mine, and blow the spent air into the mountain.

I haven’t thought of that hole, and that wind, in so long. I remember standing on the side of the hole, and staring down into the dark, with my hand over the hole, feeling the wind. I was frozen then, and I am frozen now.

This is the first time i remember being a child. That means i must be an adult now, if i remember being a child before? I know that I seem to be adult sized here in bed. I know that I must be fully grown to know the things i know. I know this for sure, but I don’t remember being a child. Except this memory now, i remember that so well. Who dug that chimney? What did the people in the mine feel when they stood benieth the space in the mountain where the air was focused on escaping.

Now after years, i stood again on this metal surface, and it brought me back in time and i remember. I remember being small. And i know that it seems real, and seems like me. This place i am now is like standing in that tunnel. Why are the only colors i can see in the dark glowing silver? How can i see glowing in the dark? I am sure it is dark. I know light from dark at least, and I know my eyes are open now. How long have we changed to have the sense of wind on our arms to give us this information, even when everything else is hidden. To stop and know the motion of wind, to know that the air itself breaths sometimes, and changes in such subtle ways.

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I am piecing together what this world means.  I think i am at least.  I don’t know how to frame what I have found.  Lying here, in this bed.  I realized it a little the other day when the room had changed.  Now I can’t remember what the change was.  Maybe the color of the walls. Maybe the sheet?

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I had a vision in my mind of my hand holding a leaf.  At least it seemed to be my hand, and i knew it was a leaf.  I say that I didn’t know if for certain it was my hand because now i am doubting what my hands look like under this sheet.  It has been under there for a long time, and if i strain my eyes, i can see the outline of what must be my hands under the sheet.  How do i know what they look like if i can’t feel them or move them though?

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I woke up in the same bed.  The same bed in the same room.  The same room in this light that never changes.  The same light on my sheets covering my body.  My body that I can’t move, and all of this over and over again.

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