PAST DREAM: 4/13/08
I am taller, and dancing in a giant ballroom surrounded by couples, when I am surprised by a masked man, who takes my hand and ushers me to a side-library, where I am abandoned, and I read for hours, before finding a portal in a book, and suddenly I am in Ireland, up on the cliffs where there are no railings and tourists lie down and put their noses over the edge, and instead of doing that I dance up along the edge, until I stumble backward and fall down in the black ocean, the yellow ribbons of my dress flowing upward, until they are grasped by the hands of an unknown man, and I climb up the ribbons and tatter my gown. I am in a cave, and drinking red wine by myself by candlelight when I finally jump out and fall all the way down, and I sink hundreds of feet into the water, avoiding all the rocks, and when I finally rise to the surface, you are there too, and I am not cold, and I am not alone, and I kick my feet around, wading, waiting.
