A
net, a
big-ass net holding me against the side of a tree. It reminds me of a
magnolia, I see other trees around me with the big white blossoms. The net is cutting into my face, my chest, the sides of my thighs. My hands are strapped down under the net, wrapped tightly backwards around the trunk. I'm about four feet off the ground. I know for some reason, I have to be in
Florida. I'm panicked, other people are tied against trees all around me, and I realize something horrible. None of them have any feet! I can't look down, but I know I have no feet either, so if I were to struggle out of the net, I still wouldn't be able to escape.
I don't know who put me here, but I have an idea. When I was a child, I always had dreams of hearing drums and knowing there was a small band of men who were going to kill me. The drumming would start way off in the distance, and get stronger as they chased me down. the only way I could escape them comig was to pretend I was asleep, play possum.
What I can't believe is, after all this time, they're back. I haven't heard the drumming years, but I hear it now.....maybe if I hold still, pretend to sleep, they'll forget about me....