| | Lately, I haven't been much of dreamer. When I do fall asleep, I enter a world of dark nothingness. It's not exciting by anyone's standards, but it recharges and rejuvenates my mind and body, which is all I can ask for. But the other night, I had a flurry of dreams like I have not experienced in quite some time. There's nothing like a vivid and memorable dream to motivate me to put my thoughts out on the page. I love attempting to glean some insights into my subconscious. I haven't been writing much lately, so my style could be rusty. But here goes nothing.
My sleep schedule on this night was particularly messed up. I had been at a friend's having a few White Russians and satiating my appetite for my latest addiction, BATTLESTAR GALACTICA. Flame me all you want for being a nerd, but that show is the balls. And I am probably a Cylon. We plowed through as much of season 1 as we could, until not even the sight of Hayden Panettiere standing naked in front of me begging for the business could have kept my eyes open. It was around 3:30 in the morning. I was a little drunk, and really tired. I decided I would be the couch crasher for the night, and head home when I woke up. I snuggled up on the couch, faded into my world of dark nothingness, and rose again at around 7. I packed up my few possessions, and headed back to my house.
Once I got home, I messed around for awhile on my piano, and wasted a few hours. However, I had to work at 3 in the afternoon. I decided my 3 and a half hour nap would not hold me over for my shift, so I climbed back into bed, planning to sleep from roughly 10 to 2. My mind slowly drifted away as I entered into a state of peaceful slumber. And so it begins.
I awaken. I gaze around me, and a wave of fear and confusion washes over me. I have no idea where I am, or how I got here. I appear to be laying in a giant bird's nest. It is bedded with straw and twigs, and is about 20 feet across. I am on the side of a huge cliff. I pull myself to my feet, and slowly venture forth to the edge of the nest. Gazing out over the landscape is truly a breathtaking sight. There is a sheet of clouds, though the clouds are far below where I am. I am higher up than all of the clouds. The clouds are so thick that I cannot see the ground beneath me. The sun burns brightly, dominating the sky. It illuminates the clouds so that they all glow varying shades of vivid red and orange. The clouds look very much like flames. I am taken aback for a bit by the powerful beauty of this sight. Then I snap back to 'reality' and analyze my situation.
Somehow, I've found myself in a gigantic nest, thousands of feet up on a cliff. The scenery is spectacular, yet all of my instincts are telling me to find a way out. And quickly. I look behind me for an escape route. I am just on a ledge of this cliff, not the top. The rock face goes further up, so far that I cannot see where it ends as it fades into the sky above me. I look around the nest, hoping for a path down. There is nothing. There also don't appear to be any reliable footholds or handholds for me to take a chance climbing. I crawl back to the edge of the nest overlooking the landscape. There appears to be a small tree sticking out from the nest. It extends about 6 feet over the edge of the cliff. Suddenly, there is a voice in my head. I can't tell if it's someone else's voice, or my own thoughts.
"Reach for the furthest branch."
I know what I need to do, but I don't think I can do it. The tree looks thin, like it will crack under minimal weight. To reach the furthest branch, I would need to put my whole body onto this tree that extends out over the edge. I hesitate.
"Reach for the furthest branch."
Now, I am torn between my instincts telling me to get the hell out of this nest, and the ones telling me that extending yourself over a tree that is thousands of feet above the ground is a suicidal idea. I take a deep breath and decide to go for it.
"Reach for the furthest branch."
Ever so cautiously, I slowly put more and more of my weight on this tree. The beautiful scenery dims. I have tunnel vision now. The entire focus of my being is on 'the furthest branch'. There appears to be berries and flowers growing out of the branch. It's quite a lovely looking branch.
"Reach for the furthest branch."
I am now almost fully extended over the tree. I stretch my right hand out as far as it can go, but I am far short of the furthest branch. Slowly I inch closer and closer. Any second now, I expect the tree, and myself along with it, to dislodge itself from the nest and plummet thousands of feet until I am lost beneath the fiery clouds below.
"Reach for the furthest branch."
There is no going back now. I close my eyes, and take a few deep breaths. Then I open my eyes, and lunge for the edge of the tree. My right hand grasps the furthest branch with all of my might. Then the tree breaks free from the nest. I begin falling. But there is no sensation of falling, like in so many dreams. Instead, my consciousness/spirit(?) floats out of my own body, and I watch myself fall. The flowery branch is gripped tightly in my hand. I look so peaceful and happy, though I'm falling to certain death. And that's the last thing I remember from that dream.
I actually had 4 separate mini-dreams within this 4 hour span, so I will continue on next time. Feel free to give your analysis.
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