It’s a dream, clearly. It’s been a dream for quite some time now. Sometimes I think I must have had a stroke, or an aneurism, or something like that, something that damages the brain, and I’m in a coma. All of this is my brain spinning it’s wheels while a machine serves as my heart and lungs.
The elves took me in immediately. It’s as if they knew I was coming, were ready for me, sent for me. I’ve learned their language. The detail of it all is so clear, crisp…
Sometimes I think it can’t possibly be a dream.
No comments:
Post a Comment