This Dream seemed more like fragments of thoughts than a story or narrative. I woke up in bed and again tried so hard to move. I laid here in this half awake and half asleep state, and tried for hours to move something. I wanted to scream. I wanted to pull these sheets down and see myself. I couldn’t even remember for a long moment what I looked like anymore. For a moment i was terrified that my body wasn’t really here, that this was just a form I invented to make sense of my new world. Then i could see the edges of my body laying in state under the blankets around me.

I felt back to all the moments in the dream, or dreams, i had last night. Trying as i have been to form some sort of pattern. Something that will give me a clue as to where I am. How i got here and how i can get out of this room.

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It felt like snow. Snow all over the side of a high mountain. Cliffs that ran into the air so high they couldn’t be real. It looked like grey granite that no one had climbed up in a thousand years. It looked like a place where people would dig into the rockface to find warmth. Somewhere beyond where life should even think of going. Covering all of that gray and cold was the snow.

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