on my cold bed of shame, throwing myself around in the midst of moan and screams, i had another dream. it made me wake up with a catatonic serenity, a stillness in my heart making me doubt i had one at all.

i was in the cold of a frozen lake. slow but steadily sliding on the ice, my feet bound into skating shoes that i was unable to lift, my body straightened balancing on two stiffened legs, gliding away with no hook for the eye to hold on and break.

a relentless force pushed me towards the border where the ice ended and the unfrozen, black water awaited my splash. i did not know what propelled me, the ground was even and smooth, i looked around and saw nothing but endless ice, except for the direction i was destined to reach.

i heard myself counting, the numbers like seconds, to measure the distance and speed that i rolled, yet when i thought i'd reach the abyss and fall any moment, it was still enough time for another round of despair, as if some evil, unintelligent god had decided to make a laugh out of my fear.

and while i was gliding, speechless and confused, knowing my path and how it would end, i suddenly noticed what i had overlooked before, that in the ice there was a net of red lines, interconnected in regular spaces and forming patterns that seemed impossibly complex, and yet these lines seemed to mean something i could not decipher but which i knew would safe me from drowning at the end of my slide.

i awoke to a slush of foul water thrown into my face, before i fell, before i found meaning, before i despaired. if only i knew what this dream meant to me.

Great angles, clarity and macro shots~ Patricia132 · 2012-02-17: 12:32

really nice set of photos :) bumpusdogs · 2012-02-17: 15:03

Ah! those, I understand better :-) Escalade! or any wire? tikine3gogours · 2012-02-17: 16:09

Maybe Carl Jung can interpret this lucid dream! Fantastic image; very neat perspective. as for the narrative, well-done! Long sentences that didn't make me feel caught in a web of confusion! Masterful use of commas deserve praise from Lynne Truss (Eats, Shoots, and Leaves). Dynamic word choice. and 'catatonic serenety'; 'no hook for the eye to hold on...' were some snippets I particularly liked! :D globetrotdreamer · 2012-02-17: 17:48

the story hooked on the perfectly woven net of words fits nicely to the dream of the masterfully photographed net of red lines lyency · 2012-02-17: 23:18

After what Rachel said about your post, I rest my case. angil · 2012-02-18: 06:56

I like the first one shot! idorudoll · 2012-02-24: 07:37

I absolutely *love* this, the words and the shot. Brilliant. Paradoxigal · 2012-02-25: 20:29

globetrotdreamer says it for me again! catatonic serenity - i want some of that. janec · 2012-03-08: 08:29

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