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.
The surprise here must be that you did reawaken, given any physiological process mirrored within the unconscious.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to Tuesday March the 27th.
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.
ReplyDeleteIs there anyone blogging from the 'other side' yet?
ReplyDeleteAnyway how would you know, from the e-mail address?
evilsaddam@hellfire.com
unclejoestalin@brimstone.net