Last night I dreamt that I had to jump over a huge waterfall, like Niagara, in order to get somewhere. I was in such a hurry that I didn't hesitate to jump - I just squeezed my eyes shut, held my breath, and leapt into the void. The fall took a long time. So long, in fact, that I needed to breathe, but feared that if I took a breath, that would be the moment I would hit the water. I finally gasped a quick breath, and still I fell. I didn't dare open my eyes. Two breaths later, I was still falling. This was some big waterfall. The next time I needed to breathe, the alarm went off and I landed softly on my bed, head cradled on my pillow.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, August 03, 2004 at 9:25 AM. You can skip to the end and leave a response.