The Dream hits me hard as shards of life’s sting. I am not allowed to speak, my vocal cords tremble a tiny chorus of hell and all goes dark. I see but a square of blurriness where my sight should be. Dim, a scene unfolds of a tree being climbed in solitary youthfulness. Higher, and higher the movie-like camera pans from trunk to sky. Remnants of ripped and deformed leaves fall below. One branch is seemingly different than that of the others. Somewhat golden in hue and saturation. A bass drum begins to beat. Slow at first. The sun breaks the night with jesus spotlights of prim and pose. One arm outreached toward the yellow beacon. Just shy, the fingertips scratch through the outer bark, and pass-thru to the other side of nothing. The drum decreases its delay between itself. The blurriness is no longer part of the picture. Its me, and I have failed. Taking something in plain site and miscalculated, has caused my momentum to carry me though to unsupported quadrants. My mind isn’t focused on falling, but obtaining higher altitude and to fix my mistake. My legs strengthen and then flex to gain greater distance to stability. My weight shifts to my upper body as I super-man leap to a fork of connected tree limbs. My feet leave support and are left dangling. Brute arm strength is the deciding factor of this un-orchestrated move. I am left, alone and without another plan. My options are up which seems impossible, and down, which would lead to a demise of sorts. So I hang, pleading with the gods of fate and intervention to intercede.

It is then that I wake with sweat and disorientation. Unsure of what caused these events to unfold. It could have been anything that was triggered in my brain. I do find it odd that they say dreams last but a few seconds yet are filled with calculated moves and time frames. Scenery so vivid the moss living on the skin of the trees, the birds song still playing in my head.

Simply remarkable.