Last night somehow I realized I was dreaming.
The knowledge came logically, and hit suddenly,
vibrating through my whole being. I thought,
I
am
dreaming
and why don’t I try something other than this
well-worn rut?
I looked up to the dream sky.
The axis of the dream world shook.
The steps I took were unsteady, unready,
but I gathered my dream will and though
it took incredible exertion,
Exertion. The application of a force…also, physical or mental effort.
Exertion, like how she applied makeup to her face, or her presence to
the room. Like how he could see the drop of perspiration glistening
on her upper lip, or trailing down her side, tracing the arcs of her ribs,
the mounds of her hips. Like muscles working to move through the
space, cut through time, seem to suspend, effortless. Like just the right
amount of effort for freedom. Exertion. The application of a force…
The choiceless force. The energy of being that carries me through.
It just carries me through, I ride upon it. I ride upon it.
I leaped.
I jumped higher
than the laws of convention, of intention even.
I leaped and came back to dream Earth.
Then, feeling the ground beneath my dream feet
I gathered a mighty force within me.
Last night I flew.
All it takes is practice.
What did you dream about last night?
Come visit soon!
xx Ster£ing
