Away to me

In this dream I was running.

The grass was the colour of deeply polished jade, and the sun had warmed the sidewalk enough that my bare feet were warm. I could smell the trees in leaf, the clover in the ditches, and the rain that would come later in the evening. Was I running to, or away from?

I wasn’t myself, to begin with. At least, not the me I am most accustomed to being. I was instead someone much better, someone whose stories ricochet in my inner ear. From here to there, I heard her voice; the tones of the Other, and her cadence was familiar. Not my own, though. Definitely not my own.

“Come bye, come bye,” I chanted as I ran. And I knew what I was running for. I ran through intersections and across fields, and the chant became “Away to me, away to me”. I ran until my lungs ached. I ran until the muscles in my legs twitched. I ran until there was nowhere else to run.

Still I could not reach what I was running for.

Away, away to me.

  5 comments for “Away to me

  1. mevanoff@sasktel.net
    12 February 2012 at 9:54 pm

    I watched a shadow yesterday. One inch, two and past the stitch and faster and then
    A tug on the line.

    • 13 February 2012 at 4:01 pm

      Did you catch a shadow?

      • mevanoff@sasktel.net
        14 February 2012 at 10:11 pm

        3 jacks. One ripped the heck out of my finger. Kinda felt bad when they died. I’ll eat em up tho

  2. Cori
    13 February 2012 at 10:35 am

    In my dream last night, you were opening an organic food store in Edmonton, but you weren’t able to be in Edmonton very often, so I needed to stop by every day and put the food in the freezers and on shelves as it came in. And I was trying to organize all the shelves better.

i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.

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