Tuesday 27 March 2007

Ocean Bridge

Walking across an bridge which headed out into the Atlantic with a friend. Further and further out to sea, mist gathering, wave height increasing, fear escalating. Voices coming from the wind and the waves, without understanding. We were coming to a point of no return, as scary to go back as forward, we held hands. A barrier was passed and I awoke.

3 comments:

The Editor said...

The surprise here must be that you did reawaken, given any physiological process mirrored within the unconscious.

Welcome to Tuesday March the 27th.

The Snoring Man said...

Thanks, but now you mention it, I am pleased that I did, one day I won't. One day, you won't either. Its how we spend the time between.

The Editor said...

Is there anyone blogging from the 'other side' yet?
Anyway how would you know, from the e-mail address?
evilsaddam@hellfire.com
unclejoestalin@brimstone.net