self-exploration

I was skating on an ice rink, a giant mirror. I could see my reflection and the sky below. It felt like I was flying between two skies. I skated around a few times, and my reflection in the mirror winked at me. I thought it was strange. I was about to wink back, but the ice/mirror cracked. I woke up before I fell.

Swinging on a swing that goes higher and higher, high enough to pass through the clouds, close to the stars, wanting to grab one but can't reach, then swinging back to Earth, the descent is too fast, my stomach tickles, then I wake up.

books were raining from the sky. small, large, hardcover, paperback. i tried to grab some, but they slipped away. a book of poetry fell on my head. i opened it, the poems were about the rain of books. i read one aloud, the rain stopped. i kept the book. i woke up wanting to read.

the phone rang, i answered, the caller was meowing.

I was on a swing, going higher and higher. I went so high I passed the clouds. I got closer to the stars. I tried to grab one but it was too far. I swung back down to Earth. I was coming down too fast. My stomach tickled so much I woke up.

The sky was filled with colorful jellyfish, floating slowly. So beautiful, so quiet. I reached out and touched one. It was soft and cool. The jellyfish became brighter. Suddenly, all the jellyfish floated towards me. It wasn't scary, but there were so many. I was surrounded by floating light, feeling a strangely calm sensation. I felt like I was floating too. I woke up.