Wishing Notion

A bunch of odds and ends

Breaking glass is not very fun. Interesting, but not fun. I did have to pick up the pieces, and I wonder how it happened so quickly.

Paintings, and frames, and, and, all of my canvases... First I set my mirror against the wall, it cracked then shattered into bits and debris. The lights! No, they didn't go off... they got brighter and brighter as they took me into an invasion of luminescent streams everywhere, until I was wrapped in all a blur. It was as if time had come in and gone in a fraction of a heartbeat before anything inside me could even make a sudden move.

Time. That's it! Once I had the thought, I dropped more than a thousand feet. I had no idea where I was going, no idea what anything in itself could do to me. Wondering, wondering, wondering, down, and down... When, when will it stop, stop, stop, STOP, STOP! STOP! STOP, STOP!!!.....
When it sounded like I had no life, I was just beginning the process of my boring, not so amazing, unlikely to have an alien invasion, kind of thing. I mean, out of all the things that could happen, out of all the things that could be, for anyone, the history of time itself chooses me.

.....STOP! Stop, STOP! Stop, stop, stttopppp...... I fall into a deep sleep, I think. I'm assuming this isn't a dream, or maybe it's a dream inside another dream. I'm trying to wake up. I can't. That figures. I think I'm falling in reverse. Maybe I need to do something myself. Maybe I need to do something to wake up. If that makes any sense. First I run, in my mind. And I know this is a dream. I see the end of my old street, it's a windy dark night, and as a vehicle passes fast and out of nowhere, it seems so real that I almost jump from where I am, wherever I am... I, I can see the end of the street, and no, something is pulling me towards the ground, further again. I'm drowning in a dream of a dream, I can't stop the feeling of the hands, that surprisingly aren't harsh, but pull for my life before my eyes, although I feel blinded. The sea of light is gone and I know it's all pitch black. No one is here that I know. None of my family, so I just think, or try to think of them, but I'm afraid I'll fall in a deep sleep again and try to wake up from this coma-like experience.

I now see broken glass, and toys. I grasp the small pieces in my shaking hands and wonder what should or can be done to stop the end or the beginning of something this dangerous and so in depth that nothing will destroy it until the odds and ends of the world, and the universe will be sucked into oblivion. Who and what will remember the past, the present, and what's the word...? No one may ever know.