I truly felt this dream. I fell into it.

Flying jumping gliding. All I had to do was not think about it. Just run and glide. Catch the wind. It was perfect.

A small town came from the fog out of the water. Streets. Filled with blood. A city filled with blood.

A girl watched. Blood on her shirt. She was not alone. I flew through these suburbs. Over the gates of their houses and into their lives. Through their lives. I could see through them

I saw too much.

The sky, orange. The breeze, perfect. Like a movie. No sound. I woke up. I woke up. Again and again until I really woke up.

As I was waking from the dream, I tried to determine the difference between dreaming and reality. In the dream, no sound. That was it. No sound.

A river of blood. A silent perfect film with sound I can't hear

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David Mulhern
Date October 13, 1998

Comment: So abstract... so vivid. It was amazing to fly through this abstract world. My dreams always seem so rigid and defined, this was a nice change...