04-18-2020, 09:50 AM
DM and I are flying somewhere. Without an airplane. You know, one of those dreams where I can fly just by thinking it. They're always fun, invigorating, free-spirited.
We're flying somewhere we've been before, and it involves topping a mountain ridge or tall buildings or something. "I don't recall it being so high," I say, because we're struggling to get sufficient lift to top the barrier, and it's coming up on us all too fast. Then we're up and over and onward, and all is well, except for a couple of big glowing objects coming towards us.. We have to veer aside, and it's not easy, I'm struggling to make a sufficient veer.
Then comes the crash, and I wake up. I twisted a bit in bed, and the writing board and 200-page manuscript I'm trying to read for an upcoming workshop (to be conducted via Zoom for the 1st time) have fallen to the floor with a clatter. It's a great novel, by the way. Outstanding. I'm blown away by it. Still, that doesn't prevent me from nodding off these days.
Anyway, it was great to be flying again, while it lasted, and it was an honor to have DM as my wingman. Or maybe I was the wingman, in which case...
Where might we have been headed, DM?
We're flying somewhere we've been before, and it involves topping a mountain ridge or tall buildings or something. "I don't recall it being so high," I say, because we're struggling to get sufficient lift to top the barrier, and it's coming up on us all too fast. Then we're up and over and onward, and all is well, except for a couple of big glowing objects coming towards us.. We have to veer aside, and it's not easy, I'm struggling to make a sufficient veer.
Then comes the crash, and I wake up. I twisted a bit in bed, and the writing board and 200-page manuscript I'm trying to read for an upcoming workshop (to be conducted via Zoom for the 1st time) have fallen to the floor with a clatter. It's a great novel, by the way. Outstanding. I'm blown away by it. Still, that doesn't prevent me from nodding off these days.
Anyway, it was great to be flying again, while it lasted, and it was an honor to have DM as my wingman. Or maybe I was the wingman, in which case...
Where might we have been headed, DM?
I'm nobody's pony.