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Once, during last Fall I think, I had a peculiar dream.
It was cold outside and I slept with the windows open,
Steeped in my blankets, my vision dislocated and hazy.
As far as dreams go, it was ordinary enough, I guess.
I kept finding myself in different places, none of which I recognized.
There were strangers mingling benignly around me.
When I tried to see their faces, to find a context for my visit,
It was like looking through moth eaten curtains,
The harder I stared the darker it became.
I grew frustrated.
I felt more and more that I was misplaced.
A growing sense of wrongness,
Creeping like Mosquitos just under the skin of my neck.
I began to search out an exit,
Near desperate to be outside and to be free from the prevailing dread.
I pushed through the now unruly crowd,
Trying to make my way to the windows.
I wanted to call out for help,
But my tongue was like lead against the roof of my mouth.
I reached out blindly in a panic.
All at once, like flames licking into my palm,
A hand gripped mine and pulled me across the sea of bodies.
I was delivered into the night, stars shining,
The wind stripping the shroud of unease from my bones.
I turned round and round, in effort to see my savior,
But I was alone.
When I woke up I was still alone,
But I have never felt less lonely in my life.

(2014)

A dream I just can't shake.

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