Red Ravens

Dreams

I'm flying...

          The air is cool, crisp, calming and is running across my skin like silk.  I can smell different things as I progress in the fluffy clouds...Right now I smell barbeque, skunks and cotton.  I feel like a ball being tossed through the air and I'm never going to come down. I can hear a faint humm, maybe that is because I'm high in the sky?

          This is a refreshing feeling, after all of the pain that I went through when Billy crashed his motorcycle with me on the back.  He had been drinking, why did I get on the back of his "An Accident Wainting to Happen Motorcycle" as my mom would always call it. Ohh yeah... I remember.. I was also drinking... Note to self, QUIT DRINKING. That one stupid choice left me with 2 giant burn marks from the road on my right lower arm and my right thigh. So much pain when it happened and waking up the next day hurt, even though I was being pumped full of morphine.

          I'm being nestled in someones arms at the same time, maybe the arms of death? But last time I checked these arms were warm and full of love. I try to look at who is holding me and soaring through the midnight sky the face is blurry and out of focus, like someone is putting a censor on my life. I can feel the down draft and hear a flapping sound almost like a bird is right above me.

Wait...

How am I flying?

          I start to kick and thrash about... A free falling sensation over comes my body, I'm dropping fast.. I think that my recently stitched up stomach is going to come out of my throat any second now.  I'm getting dizzier as the ground starts to slowly creep closer to my small body.

Breathe...

Panic...

Close your eyes..

Give in...

Accept death...

Cry...

BAM.

          I was being pulled back into the air, like a falling plane being yanked up into the sky at the last moment. My back was on fire from whatever slammed into my back and saved my life. I could feel the warm embrace again, of something other worldly. I had just escaped death, for the second time.

          Do I have something watching out for me? Maybe all of the good Karma I racked up from cleaning the hospital but... Man! Was it finally starting to pay off!

Hahha..

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          The last thing that I remember is waking up in my hospital bed with those horrible scrubs and Shawn looking at me with a large knowing grin on his face. My heart was still pounding and the feeling of falling had yet to leave my body.

Was it real? Or a Dream?