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i will write my dream-scenes here. it is a poetry-like thing i made up.

DREAM DANCE

you are walking -- no, running. you just can't tell which one -- through the street, into the woods, past buildings and street lamps, across streets, and through fences. it's dark, the middle of the night. you arn't even sure your entirely awake. this could all be a dream. you can feel the change as you shift betwwn worlds, from the cold, wet slap of the pavement to the dry, soft crunch of fallen leaves, from the glaring, open city to the dark, sheltering trees. you can feel the gentle scratch of twigs and branches, the soft tickle of leaves, and suddenly you can see lights that are invisible, taste honey on you lips, hear singing with no one around, music with no instruments. you're flying, you're floating, you're anything but falling, even when your knees hit the ground, your hands following right afterwards. you get up without realizing it, though you agnowledge it. you are dancing with the faeries, playing with them, hiding with them. no one else is in this world but you. they are all trapped in that world, but you are free. your legs are the first to feel the coolness of the wind. next, your stomach. then your shoulders, followed by your arms. all of a sudden, you are surrounded by another coolness. your hair is sticking to your face and back, your feet are kicking, but there is no ground beneath you.you can hear the splashing. droplets fall on your face. you climb back to the land, and still the drops of wetness fall on you, more rapidly now, and harder. you dance more. you have wings. you are spinning, spinning, spriraling downward. you are breathing heavily, and now you can feel the ground on your back, but you're still spinning. you feel so alive.... you wake up to find yourself in your bed, your head on your pillow. the sunlight creaps in through the curtains, falling on your face. you blink open your eyes, and dry your wet hair, scrape the mud off your heels, and get ready for school.