A dream
I swear, I dreamed this last night:
we were all together
going skydiving
apparently no need for parachutes
we jumped
free floated and swam through the air
flips and silly formations
everyone adding their own twist
dive down and rush past others
lay back and act like you're sleeping
it was terrifying
and amazing
clouds rushing past
tickling our faces
little wisps of hair
landing was a breeze
start running as you get close
keep running when you land
maybe roll and then stand with a flourish
we each had our own special touch
I thought,
"Why do people bother with parachutes?
They only slow the magnificent fall."
I looked up
to watch the rest of the group
still flying and falling
laughing and playing
running and landing in turn
I thought,
"I want to do it all over again."
I wish I could.
we were all together
going skydiving
apparently no need for parachutes
we jumped
free floated and swam through the air
flips and silly formations
everyone adding their own twist
dive down and rush past others
lay back and act like you're sleeping
it was terrifying
and amazing
clouds rushing past
tickling our faces
little wisps of hair
landing was a breeze
start running as you get close
keep running when you land
maybe roll and then stand with a flourish
we each had our own special touch
I thought,
"Why do people bother with parachutes?
They only slow the magnificent fall."
I looked up
to watch the rest of the group
still flying and falling
laughing and playing
running and landing in turn
I thought,
"I want to do it all over again."
I wish I could.
posted by Anonymous at 9:19 PM
6 Comments:
Wow. I've had some pretty crazy dreams like that. I used to keep a dream journal last summer, but it got to hard to keep it up when school started and I had to get ready in the mornings. I'm gonna start again I think. I'll post the good ones here.
Scott, did you dream the context of that text, or did you dream those particular words? Because I've definitely done both...though maybe not as exciting subject matter.
Crazy.
And who are the we?
If you collaborate all the previous posts, you get one really beautiful piece of poetry. I pasted it onto a word document, and each person's comment was a stanza...try it. Now THAT, Scott, is trippy.
Go back to your bongs, ya hippies!
I don't want to know your name. I just want bong bong bong.
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