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Shouldn't Be A Nightmare
Monday, June 19, 2006

Strange dream last night. Thought about it all morning.

Inside Someone’s house was an empty swimming pool, impossibly deep, built right in the middle of a living room. I was sitting by the edge of it, on some rocks I suppose you use as a diving platform, when Someone crouched by me and said “Hey, be careful, I don’t want a corpse in my pool, you know.” Someone said it in such a calm, genuine, caring way, and with the kindest, most comforting look I had ever seen in Someone’s eyes. It made me so happy. The happiest I had ever been in any dream, I suppose. I stood up slowly on the rock, about to move safely away from the pool, and then, suddenly, silently, I slipped and fell in backwards. I can’t remember the look on Someone’s face when it happened. I just kept falling and falling, the large, white tiles around me shooting upwards, and the moment I finally hit the bottom, I woke up, as if I had landed on my bed instead.

I should have said something to Someone before I fell. A cry for help, maybe. But I'm always, always at a loss for words.


posted by marguerite @ 10:44 PM

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