Awake

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I descend gently, silently, lazily, unnoticeably, inconspicuously
into my dream, so subtly that I know not what happened
Here, my eyes have always been open.
No begging,


No end,




Just now
Always do I wish I was extraordinary. The possible
superpowers and skills are endless.
Flight, s p e e d, telekinesis, or the power to manipulate
Air, water, earth, fire, and energy, blasting away enemies
With sheer force of will, light, incinerating power
The elation of knowing that I truly am special
That fiction truly belongs in the same category as non-fiction
It’s an indescribable joy, soul kindled to a
Bright liquid flame, erasing doubt-fuel and guilt-kindling
With reckless abandon
Yes, reckless abandon
For I have no control over the deeper situation
When this good thing crashes high-speed into The End
Suddenly what was reality, crystal clear, high definition, surround sound, real as life
Fades into murky oblivion, all-consuming, perfect black
Sounds indistinct, senses disconnected, I relucanctly am forced
To nd
ce
as

back to utterly boring reality.
What is this inexorable anti-gravity?
I clutch at the dream, holding fast with my hands
But it trickles like water through a broken sieve. No man can restrain ocean-tide with two bare hands
No matter how I scramble and reach and demand
It all falls away, away. All
Black
My eyes are closed and I struggle to remember the elusive dream, to recreate it.
Yet always, I inevitably fail, always there is failure.
I blearily blink my eyes open, try to go back, but I’m irreversibly, tangibly, irresistibly, unchangeably…
Awake.





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