The Dream That Went No Where
Reading my last entry where I talk about looking at other peoples legs and how they move has really consumed me. I hope I don't secretly resent people because they are able to move without pain and I can't.
I had a dream last night and the only thing I dreamt about was being able to move as naturally as ever. I was walking down a fire escape in between 2 close buildings. It had just rained because I remember the droplets falling periodically between the metal grating of the steps to an old empty dumpster below. Everything was in slow motion. The droplets that fell sounded as small bass drums when landing on the metal and plastic below. My cane lay at the very bottom on its side, the name Kasaundra etched in the wood was barely visible with the small pool forming underneath.
Not sure if I was walking down to get the cane or just walking down but I know that there was no urgency to my steps. No thought process. It was just step after slow step. The rain periodically falling from my chin as I continued to make the journey down the fire escape. It seemed that I was staying on the same level ground and not gaining distance. My eyes remain fixed in the cane at the bottom, and the cycle repeated. The rain drops would fall in different places but over all it was the exact same from when I closed my eyes to when I awoke several hours later.
I had a dream last night and the only thing I dreamt about was being able to move as naturally as ever. I was walking down a fire escape in between 2 close buildings. It had just rained because I remember the droplets falling periodically between the metal grating of the steps to an old empty dumpster below. Everything was in slow motion. The droplets that fell sounded as small bass drums when landing on the metal and plastic below. My cane lay at the very bottom on its side, the name Kasaundra etched in the wood was barely visible with the small pool forming underneath.
Not sure if I was walking down to get the cane or just walking down but I know that there was no urgency to my steps. No thought process. It was just step after slow step. The rain periodically falling from my chin as I continued to make the journey down the fire escape. It seemed that I was staying on the same level ground and not gaining distance. My eyes remain fixed in the cane at the bottom, and the cycle repeated. The rain drops would fall in different places but over all it was the exact same from when I closed my eyes to when I awoke several hours later.
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