once upon a time i had a dream—tell me what this means..
i find myself within a totally circumscribed, walled–off city dreamscape—sealed off from the broader world by an immense barrier rising intimidatingly at its peripheral boundaries. our only means of passage to the other side is an extraordinarily perilous contrivance––a kind of electrified zip line superstructure suspended thousands of feet in the air, at points ascending in near-vertical trajectory, traversable only by the fucking insane..
a ‘friend’ and i apprehensively elect to undertake it, leaving the safety of familiar grounds in our wake..
we ascend into the sky, suspended in appalling elevation above the city below. the entire line feels excruciatingly precarious, provisional––liable to collapse at any moment. yet throughout my ascent, my chief preoccupation is not bodily harm but the fear that my brand new lavender eye phone might slip from grasp and vanish into the depths below..
i clutch it with inexplicably tenuous care, holding it in a manner wholly at odds with my obsessive anxiety––as i am absurdly and neurotically preoccupied with not losing it to the abyss lolzz..
suddenly, without warning, almost as though i had manifested reality by fearing it, the metal mechanism by which i am suspended to the line gives way––and i am cast downward into the depths below, my entire body reflexively bracing for imminent death..
yet by implied divine providence, at that exact moment, we are passing above the parapet of an immense gothic rooftop, and so i fall only a short way—maybe five, ten feet—landing somewhat athletically, acrobatically onto the slate tiles below..
when i strike the rooftop, one of its tiles gives way slightly beneath me, almost as though it had been left loose by my higher self in anticipation of my arrival. collecting myself and surveying my environs, i espy the broken apparatus that had moments earlier borne my weight, now shattered upon the rooftop with almost ceremonial vividness..
my friend, who had lingered upon the line slightly longer, soon descends upon the rooftop as well––though not immediately proximate to me. for the briefest of moments, we converge there in a kind of breathless communion before pressing onward..
it becomes immediately clear to me that the zip line is no longer necessary—and that wherever i must now go must be reached via other means..
together we set out across the high and treacherous parapets, proceeding by our own steps through an elevated and perilous cityscape..
and then, somewhat ethereally, my viewport shifts, my perspective withdrawing into that of some distant and omniscient observer. i observe us from afar—two small silhouettes quietly navigating the abandoned heights of a sealed world beneath a dreary, frigid skyscape, sustained now not by sight or machinery but faith alone..
and as i evaluate myself vaulting with elfin agility across the city skyline—with bated breath and melancholy heart—the dream dissolves irreverently into hypnopompia..