Balls and Walnuts
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East Infection
Tonight, this hit the spot.
I used to have dreams of levitation and flight. For it to work, my body had to adopt a particular posture, and there was something specific I had to do with my hands and feet. Like swimming through air. Like alchemy. Come morning, I could remember the motions, but what was missing was dream physics.
My body always remembered what to do. So too do I remember what it’s like to dance (not surprising; I haven’t danced in thirty years, but there was a time when I danced with great enthusiasm, if little talent).
And somewhere inside me, something remembers accordion, and sweat, and beer bottles on the back of the head, and a good hard shagging. Call it another life.
D.
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I remember waking up from a dream a couple of times, convinced that if I could just remember the method, I could fly. I haven’t had it happen for many years now, but it seems to me that this feeling lasted for maybe an hour after waking, and memories of that feeling were strong for a week afterward.
Something about aging changes that. I used to be strongly affected by dreams. Now it is rare for me to wake up in a weird state because of a dream.
I’m still strongly affected by dreams. Last night, I dreamed I was falling. It was remarkably realistic, and distressing because I could see no land below me. Somehow I knew I was dreaming and decided to force my eyes open to wake up. When I did open my eyes, someone was shaking one of those ugly-as-hell chihuahuas in my face. Another dream, of course, and not a pleasant one.