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Sunday I awakened in a dream - a curious sensation - but in this dream-awakeness, everything was silent. I know not whether I had become deaf, or the world had become dumb. I could see the rain falling, but not hear it beating on the roof; I could stare into the fire, but not hear it crackle. I sensed, though, that there was something else behind me; I could not stir, or turn. The heavens and earth where still and silent, to my ears, but I could feel a pair of lungs working, filling, emptying, slow, patient. An animal...a stray dog, or the neighbor's wandering goat? A man? I awoke, never knowing what the thing was at my back.
Later I dreamt of waking again, but this time I awoke underwater. At first I was shocked, but then I realized that I was breathing the water itself, instead of air! It was heavier than air, but somehow sweeter, and more precious. I stretched out my limbs in this new medium, feeling the curious heavy lightness, like I could leap a great distance, but only over the span of many long moments. I felt akin to the water, as though it were alive. I awoke, the bedsheets clinging to me, and staggered to the window. Opening it, I saw my vaporous breath in the cold night air. Cosimo
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Sunday I awakened in a dream - a curious sensation - but in this dream-awakeness, everything was silent. I know not whether I had become deaf, or the world had become dumb. I could see the rain falling, but not hear it beating on the roof; I could stare into the fire, but not hear it crackle. I sensed, though, that there was something else behind me; I could not stir, or turn. The heavens and earth where still and silent, to my ears, but I could feel a pair of lungs working, filling, emptying, slow, patient. An animal...a stray dog, or the neighbor's wandering goat? A man? I awoke, never knowing what the thing was at my back.
Later I dreamt of waking again, but this time I awoke underwater. At first I was shocked, but then I realized that I was breathing the water itself, instead of air! It was heavier than air, but somehow sweeter, and more precious. I stretched out my limbs in this new medium, feeling the curious heavy lightness, like I could leap a great distance, but only over the span of many long moments. I felt akin to the water, as though it were alive. I awoke, the bedsheets clinging to me, and staggered to the window. Opening it, I saw my vaporous breath in the cold night air. Cosimo