When I was younger I used to dream of a world
filled with breathable water.
where you could swim from room to room
without discomfort- without fear of drowning.
In those dreams the water was warm,
never too hot or too cold
and life was a constantly changing current of swirling transcendence
In those speculations I was a sleepwalker
caught in a state between awakening and a restless dreamer.
In those dreams I was liberated.
I was lighter than air and freer than the bird on wing.
The world was a glowing brilliant blue.
And then that dream changed.
The crystalline water turned dark and suffocating.
The trance became disturbing rather than uplifting.
And I would wake up afraid, instead of soothed.
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