March 15th, 2006


The cold seeps in the corner of my subconsciousness

Dreamed I was walking outside to get my laundry and slipped and fell on some ice. I broke through it into the pond underneath. I could feel the cold quickly seeping into my vital organs, my limbs becoming stiff and unresponsive, hypothermia setting in. I couldn't even open my eyes. Somehow I managed to move my legs, one stumbling step through the thick mud and freezing water, then another, hoping I would bump into the shore. Somehow I threw myself onto the banks, and lay there, gasping and trying to warm up.

I woke up and the covers had been pulled off of me. Brrrr. But it all read to me like a metaphor for my life.