September 4, 2001

  • Lucidities


    I'm up again.  I may not sleep the rest of the night.  When I last laid down, I found myself crying, not in fear, but over what was in sight, that is, my mind's sight.


    I was filled with memories--none of my own.  Lucid, colorful memories--this was someone's life.  There was a group of Irish school kids by a brook.  They were all dressed in white, but wearing green berets..and walking, walking after school.


    And a man at some distance was walking directly towards me.  Fading in and out of tree shadows and direct sunlight.  And his clothes kept changing--seemingly modernizing--beginning in the style of the early 1800's and growing closer in time.


    And many more memories appearing as flashes of faces. And still other memories so energetic that they were shooting like out-of-control bottle rockets right at my threshold of consciousness.


    And then I saw her.  A teenage girl, blonde hair, dressed in an orange blouse and orange shorts, arms and legs outstretched and trying to fly or pounce away from the second story of that house, but being pulled back to it and sucked in.


    I'm up to this...I'm going to lie down now.  And wait.

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