I dream that I'm waking up on a raft in the middle of an ocean. I
stand up on the
raft, as if waking up here is normal.
I stare into the
distance, it's morning time, the sun is rising. The
horizon looks
explosive in magentas and deep blues.
I can't
remember the last time I saw a real
surise.
I jump off the raft into the
water to wake up, and the water is more viscous than
water should be. The consistence of this water was much
thicker than water like it had been cut with a thickener. So I get out of the ocean, and lie on th cot to dry, and as the sun rise it get's
hotter and hotter, and I'm getting sunburnt very quickly (I've never been
sunburnt in real life, I'm very dark skinned).
That's all I remember about that, but at one point I know I was
talking to my
mother, and I was in a
wheelchair, and
we both were
sitting in front of a very large
fireplace.