10 October 2023
I had a peculiar dream. It was a segment in the midst of a long, loosely connected series.
It was just after sun set, or thereabouts. Twilight. The western sky was a deep blue, almost gray. I was at a beach, or perhaps near a beach; I did not see the ocean, but somehow knew it was nearby. I walked inland, moving uphill, following a twisting path through boulders and shrubs, and came to a flattened rise. There were others there. In the twilight I could not make out their features. They were more than shadows, but less than shades hades. They came together into a crude circle, and I joined them. I don’t know why. I just did. Then they began joining hands. I was a little reluctant, but the person next to me reached out and so I took his hand. Everyone crouched a bit, and so I did too. And then we all jumped, straightening our legs, propelling ourselves into the air. And up we went, slowly, and at the apex we floated for a moment, and then, captured by the faint pull of gravity, we sank back towards the earth, touching down softely. Again we jumped in unison, and floated, and sank. And yet again.
Continue reading A Dream in AmsterdamViews: 19