Friday, December 13, 2013
Getting somewhere?
-Dreams turn the locks we fear.
-Uh huh. Well I had the lost one again. The familiar grid
and sights, and yet I'm queasy throughout.
-Who are the messengers?
-You can call them that. They're just there.
-What're they like?
-Extremely affable.
-No wonder. Because of their job.
-Which is?
-To lead you to another dimension.
-Oh? How came you by this intelligence?
-By feeling.
-Yeah, that stuff which leads to shit?
-Not this time.
-Besides, how do I know they won't trap me into
that bourne from which no traveler returns?
-You're here now, aren't you?
-Gave me a raincheck.
-Nonsense! In the next dream you might
achieve the dimension and check another out.
-Can't wait.
-But you must, for walking life is not a dream, really.
-Oh I don't know. Just one of your dimensions too?
-You're getting there. A truly future being. And past
and present, too. All simultaneously.
-Don't tell my mother.
Labels: dimensions, dreams, messengers
