The dream is always the same, though it occurs less frequently. I awaken, within the dream, to find myself in a house I don't immediately recognize; somehow I know it is the house you and I shared. I know without knowing how I know. All I want is out.
But none of the doors open to the outside. They open into the room where I was just standing, or to other rooms and hallways. All I want is out.
I don't know how long I spend futilely opening doors, perhaps it varies each time, before I give up and accept that I am trapped. There is no way out.
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