For many years I have had a
recurring dream of crawling slowly down a gradual embankment towards a small
lake. Glistening, calm,
breathtaking. Upon reaching the
shoreline on hands and knees, I collapse, lifeless, into about two inches of
shallow water. My body, like dead
weight, pins my weakened arms beneath it.
My face drops forward into the suddenly dangerous pond. My neck will not support the weight of
my head. My arms lack sufficient
strength to push my torso upwards, or turn my body over to save my life. I am frozen, and cannot muster the
necessary will to live. It
wouldn't take much. I drown there
in that beautiful secluded pool, and it will most certainly be the site of
someone's forthcoming holiday outing.
They say that in your dreams you're not supposed to die. I say ‘Yeah, but what do they know
about my dreams? They've never even been in them before’.