Lex
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The dream started while I was buried under rubble, only my hand could be seen the weight of stone and metal pressing in on me as I try to stay calm with the claustrophobic entrapment of it all bares down on me I focus on the cool breeze on Mt fingertips and the pain to keep my mind grounded, the sounds of running water somewhere and then living of dirt and rocks around...
The bite of the rock into my skin...
I hear the sounds of scraping and movement, then the stone is moved slowly, one piece of debris at a time..soon I can see the early light of the misty morning, I see statues moving, a cold hand touches mine.
Its so cold and smooth it feels wet.
And there are whispers now around me, whispers and questions...confusion.
In pain and with more freedom I start moving the rocks off of me as well the statues look down on me now, stone faces in different expressions, curiousity, pity, pain, relief, annoyance.
My legs still trapped I collapse, my arms screaming is pain and soreness while the statues sit and stare, no longer helping, just witnessing.
I cry, with a weird feeling of understanding and rejection.
I look up at the sky an one statue looks over me blocking my view...
The same one that took my hand..
And they look and wait...
No expression at all, just a witness to my existence in this moment...
I'm the dream I just feel pure exhaustion and basically black out.
The bite of the rock into my skin...
I hear the sounds of scraping and movement, then the stone is moved slowly, one piece of debris at a time..soon I can see the early light of the misty morning, I see statues moving, a cold hand touches mine.
Its so cold and smooth it feels wet.
And there are whispers now around me, whispers and questions...confusion.
In pain and with more freedom I start moving the rocks off of me as well the statues look down on me now, stone faces in different expressions, curiousity, pity, pain, relief, annoyance.
My legs still trapped I collapse, my arms screaming is pain and soreness while the statues sit and stare, no longer helping, just witnessing.
I cry, with a weird feeling of understanding and rejection.
I look up at the sky an one statue looks over me blocking my view...
The same one that took my hand..
And they look and wait...
No expression at all, just a witness to my existence in this moment...
I'm the dream I just feel pure exhaustion and basically black out.