Dreamin' on Covid-19

 "Come." She took me by the hand gently


"But I just got comfortable!"

"You don't want to miss out on this."

We stepped away from the warmth, and started down a tunnel. The darkness enveloped us like a wing, and then began to release. I was seeing different shapes in the black. Soon, the shapes became clearer, and it morphed into a subway station, a train, a bus, an MRT station, a limo, an ambulance; all manners of transportation which I have taken before. Was this my boat of Charon? I can't pay. Every now and then I'd catch familiar flashes of faces I knew, and before I could place a name, just as quickly, it was gone and replaced by the next flash. A man's face, twisted by the streams of rain coming down from the bus window, we almost recognized each other, and then another face, and then another. One old man looked up from the 103rd st subway, singing Sinatra, and I was gone.

The journey sped up. I was travelling through these places, sure, but I wasn't walking them. I was experiencing them, and she was my guide. I didn't know a lot about dream worlds but it seemed right to have a traveller and a guide. Perhaps she was my shepherd.

As quickly as it had started, the scenes ground to a halt. I was standing in a pavilion surrounded by friends from all walks of life. Some of their faces were brighter than others, and others were stoned-face, some entirely made of stone. Yet they moved as I went for a closer look. 'You're from 306!' 'No, 301' I frowned, that wasn't right. 'You're from TJ!' Silence. Impassive faces now looked back at me from the benches of the pavilion. Was this as far back as I could remember? Has my memory failed? The cracks were beginning to appear in the faces of these featured-statuettes. They were going to break.

Into a million pieces.

I stared in wonder at the avalanche before me. The pavilion had been shredded and the rocks and granites and chunks of wood were all floating around, calling to be pieced, like a jigsaw puzzle. Where to begin? Pieces of the void had showed up at the corner of my eye too, although I wasn't sure if that belonged to the drainage system, or perhaps the subway. My guide was no longer by my side, although I sensed her presence nearby.

With all my will, I clenched everything I had. I threw away all dizzyness, and focused the intention only on order, and brought everything back into focus. Only, we were at a different place, and the image was distorted. It was all just, slightly, off. My guide got ready to leave. 

'Wait!' I yelled after her. 'Did I do something wrong?'

'You were supposed to do it with them.'


An orange spot hit my right eye. Ah, sunlight from the real world. I have another day.

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3/26/20 1:20 PM

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