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  • In many of my dreams, I've possessed a particular ability. That ability is to hover above the ground and then to be able to dash distances with the intentionality of running. The sensation is as much my pushing against the ground as the dreamscape pushing back on me. The theatrics of magnetics only offer sound effects when I recall the event in reality.

    Dream Nonsense III

    I awoke into a very large natural setting. A horseshoe shaped bay was elegantly laid before me as I soared down at a shallow angle from some place thousands of dreams away. High cliffs lined the waters save a small arc of a beach at the bottom of the bay. Someone may have been below, but I paid it no mind.

    Then I dropped dead out of the sky into the faded dark-teal quilt below. Time stood more still than before as my silhouette sank. Then a gasp. Streams of rising pressure and bubble confetti surged around and I felt a great mass beneath me. The plesiosaur rose steadily away from the surface of the water and higher into the sky. I couldn't comprehend the size of its flippers. The animal ferried me through the undertow of nimbus clouds then back to land.

    My eyes opened gently, as if a slight burden was lifted from the shoulders of a part of me deep within.
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