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| There are some nights where just as I'm drifting to sleep I find myself set upon by a series of such detailed and vibrant images that I feel as if I've been physically impacted by them. Sometimes I am capable of recalling the images one by one as still frames, generally unrelated to one another, but more often than not my conscious mind has already strung them together in such a manner as to form a story. I had three such experiences over the course of this past night – let me tell you of them. In the first, I found myself in the middle of a busy subway station. The light was tinted yellow in such a way that everything red seemed to literally pop. A crowd of people moved through the space, though I can recall no train being present. There was a space near one of the entrances where a set of soft red chairs had been placed, raised above the floor a good two feet in a manner implying that they were the sort of place where people ought to get their shoes shined. Instead, there was a man there wearing a welding mask and wielding a torch of some kind, but he was using them to draw a tattoo in shades of black and grey of an Asian style sword just above a lady's ankle. I looked up and saw that the lady in question was none other than my friend Amy, who looked me in the eye and said in a manner more serious than I've ever seen her, "Gloves". Somehow, in the fleeting moments before I woke up, I knew that she was talking about heavy work gloves, rather than the medical gloves that we use at work or gloves to keep your hands warm. In the second, I found myself in an all but abandoned church – very small with only a few rows of pews. Once again the lighting was yellow, but this time, the air was dusty and gritty. There were piles of sand between the pews – not large ones, but enough to imply that the church itself was in a sandy location (though I do not recall seeing out any of the windows). The sand itself was scattered and windswept. I saw Lindsey kneeling at the front of the church and could hear her praying, though I could not discern the words. No matter where I went I was unable to put myself in a position where I could see her face and though I called her name, she did not turn to look at me. And as she prayed, waves like ripples in the air radiated from her and as each of them hit me, it made me feel nauseous. They smelled overwhelmingly of salt. In the third, which I had much later in the night, I was in a place that I can only describe as soft and fluffy and a pale blue. My friend Bekah was there as well and we were both naked. I was uncomfortable with the fact that she was unclothed and tried my best to look only at her eyes and face, but in spite of this, I did notice that she was wearing socks that came up to her knees with rainbow colored dragons (of the European variety, not the Asian variety) circling about them. I was under the impression that we were supposed to be having sex, but I was stalling. She cuddled close to me and said something along the lines of "I want to tell you how I feel right now" and I was taken aback by this, as she's never been good at expressing her feelings or emotions. I felt particularly honored to hear that she wanted to try to talk to me about such things. | ||||||||
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