a while back, i had this dreami was in my housestanding by the window,watching as the flood approachedit was a silent wavebeautifully stillat least when my eyes were openbut when i blinked (i think my dreamself does so)
it moved unperceptively closer
if you've seen a wave in real life
i don't think you realize how big it is until you're caught in it
and even the impact was tranquilnot painless
but a relief?
the glass shatteredthe water took me awayi don't remember what happened exactly afterbut i remember being not in my bodyi was not flying, but afloat in the air aboveit was like playing a 3d mario game, weirdlyif the controls were unresponsive, trying to kill you
and you had no choice but to keep using them
i gazed upon the world and it was all oceanendless rainjust meand a final platform, like a menhir
amid the barren waters
i wasn't in my body yet, but i was falling slowlymashing the buttons, the thumbsticks but i never reached the monolithmaybe it was moving further away
carried by the wind
or maybe it was me
and i wasn't moving
kept in my bodyless stupor
when i lived with my parentsi knew this spot about five or ten minutes awaya dead-end road, but you could keep goingyou walked alongside a creek, and eventuallythe path deposited youwhere rocks arose from the water, letting you crossstout stone pillars in the stream accompanied youthey were like obelisks, and i never found out who built them or whybut if you kept following the trail on the other sideit was like a dead city:a moss-reclaimed edifice of stone brickno door, a few windows
damp, dark, an empty firepit
locked wooden cabinsnext to ponds where you can only see algaewhat are the locks protecting?who are they protecting it from?
i never knew
benches, alonearranged in a semi-circlei did sit there once with a friend
a place to rest from the decay
branching pathsit was hard to see where they were goingbut they seemed to go in circleseventually you'd come out of the woods into a parking lotand there was a sign that told you you were on a "nature trail"it used to be for horses, but they are gone now
it's just you
unless it had recently rainedthe waters rise, throw themselves on the rocksdrowning them, drowning youi would always hope that the rain wasn't quite enough to make the bridge inaccessiblebut it always was, and those stepping stones disappeared in the rapids
stranding me
the floods never broke the riverbanksbut they kept you awayand they made you turn back