The Fall Down
I was in a city filled with noise and movement. Among the crowd, I recognized John, an acquaintance from the waking world. He acknowledged my presence with a nod, his attention quickly swallowed by the city's bustle. The dream shifted, and I found myself falling through a vortex of time. Images flashed before me: a childhood playground, a high school graduation, a quiet library, a bustling office, a serene retirement home, and a tranquil garden of the future. In each scene, I saw myself writing a letter. The recipient was always John. The contents of the letter flowed from my mind onto the paper, a chronicle of shared experiences and future hopes. The dream changed again, and I was in a deep ocean. A voice echoed around me, belonging to Fckfrg. The voice advised, "Just keep swimming." I moved through the water, my movements steady and determined. In the midst of the ocean's depth, I whispered a name into the water - "Mi". The name hung in the water around me, a new identity in this dreamscape. The current carried me sideways, the shift in direction matching the shift in my identity. The dream slowed down, and I found myself floating in the calm ocean. The city's noise was a distant memory. I spoke into the silence, ' "Tomorrow. Tomorrow is another day." The dream ended, and I found myself back in the room, a book open before me, a pen in my hand. I wrote about the dream, about the city, the ocean, John, Fckfrg, and "Mi". The dream repeats and I find myself falling again, ready for another cycle of experiences.