Sunday, September 26, 2010

Dream: The drowning bridge

I lived on a flexible, rust-painted bridge that snaked its way around a large body of water. Just as I was thinking how fortunate it was that the bridge didn't dip underwater, I noticed that the end of it next to me was submerged and that I was clinging to a portion that was barely above water level.

I also realized that the bridge had an intelligence and will of its own and that I didn't know what it might do next. It seemed that the end was caught underwater, but I wasn't sure.

I became aware of a boy nearby hanging onto my parents' open back door and wondered if they'd adopted him. Determined to save him, I reached out, but he cowered from me.

I didn't know where they were, I realized.

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