in this morning’s dream, i was falling from the roof of a very tall building.
and i knew that i was slowly falling from the highest distance… i could see my body as a small speck, descending through a densely verdant mountainscape (kind of like in Kauai). it was so beautiful and terrifyingly exhilarating. it didn’t even occur to me until now that this was a variation of the opening credits of Mad Men, which was a variation of countless dreams of countless other people. the collective dream in countless variations.
i knew that there was a likelihood this fall would be the end of me… but if i just focused my gaze upwards, to the dolphin that was floating amidst the clouds… as long as i kept my focus upon the dolphin, unwavering, there was a small possibility that my landing might be softer, or cushier… that i might survive. which, i guess, came true.