Hill of Repose

'To the other side of the dream, falling there while deeply embracing you.'

Another dream. Another day. Another fear. We live only in a borrowed bodies created solely for us, and in which our souls are permanently bonded. Once the tether is severed, where we will go next is up to us.

I had a dream where I was chased by a woman wielding a knife. She was screaming, swinging wildly and I was dodging every strike and stabs.

"I thought you want to die?" she shrieked. I didn't recall seeing her face, but I knew she was crying.

I don't understand why, though. I ran away, deathly afraid to die by the knife in her hands. The surrounding was dark, and our footsteps echoed as if we were actually inside a very large room. I could see her just fine even in the absence of light, however.

In the other side of the dream, I wonder what happened. When I was chased by the mad woman, probably it was peaceful there. The mannequins, the blue lake, the disembodies voices in the deserts and the out-of-place beach.

To understand each other is impossible.

The swirl of vortex in the sky, howling wind surround us when we went up the hill. I discard my innocence there and greet the gathering mannequins with curses.

And after that, I head back to sleep.