A thunderstorm, rising quick sand, the secret service and a president falls on his sword! Part Two
Rising Quick Sand
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I am a university student. I believe I have assumed a different incarnation of myself. I am on the ground floor of an apartment and the mother of all house parties is all around me. Students drinking to excess. I recognise Pramod. He may not recognise me though.
I have a vague sense of life in fast forward. It's as if I was born and then someone hit fast forward, x32, until this point in time. For some reason they hit play at this point. Maybe they wanted me to have a sense of myself. This was not the moment this version of myself was born for, but it would help me understand this incarnation.
Someone screams! Understandably so, because the floor of the apartment has turned into bog and everyone is sinking!
"Up the stairs people!" someone shouts. Actually I think it was me.
I follow my own advice by diving for the handrail. I use this to help me drag myself up. Disturbingly the stairs are also made of quicksand. I clamber onto the handrails and use them to get upstairs. I leap from furniture to furniture as the bog level rises, a very discouraging sight. I see people following my lead, others are too slow, or slip and are dragged under. There is no time to save them...
I make it to the roof and see scenes of chaos below. People are clinging to trees and cars, whatever they can find. The bog/quicksand level seems to have stopped rising. Helicopters can be seen in the distance, their search lights on. Rescue is at hand. What insight did this little episode reveal? I will probably never know.
Someone has pushed the fast forward button again.
End Part Two
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I am a university student. I believe I have assumed a different incarnation of myself. I am on the ground floor of an apartment and the mother of all house parties is all around me. Students drinking to excess. I recognise Pramod. He may not recognise me though.
I have a vague sense of life in fast forward. It's as if I was born and then someone hit fast forward, x32, until this point in time. For some reason they hit play at this point. Maybe they wanted me to have a sense of myself. This was not the moment this version of myself was born for, but it would help me understand this incarnation.
Someone screams! Understandably so, because the floor of the apartment has turned into bog and everyone is sinking!
"Up the stairs people!" someone shouts. Actually I think it was me.
I follow my own advice by diving for the handrail. I use this to help me drag myself up. Disturbingly the stairs are also made of quicksand. I clamber onto the handrails and use them to get upstairs. I leap from furniture to furniture as the bog level rises, a very discouraging sight. I see people following my lead, others are too slow, or slip and are dragged under. There is no time to save them...
I make it to the roof and see scenes of chaos below. People are clinging to trees and cars, whatever they can find. The bog/quicksand level seems to have stopped rising. Helicopters can be seen in the distance, their search lights on. Rescue is at hand. What insight did this little episode reveal? I will probably never know.
Someone has pushed the fast forward button again.
End Part Two
posted by lucky at 1:16 pm
1 Comments:
hahaha I thought you might object to that. I have no idea if you got out alive or not to be honest! Although I'm pretty sure someone of your capabilities would have had no problems with a little bit of quick sand.
These kind of dreams don't happen every night. But when they do I can't help but write about them because they hang around in my head for so long.
Not the details, just the memory of them.
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