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VxPoem ID: 38657
Posted: July 20th. 2010 8:42:14 PM
Age Group: Adult
I dreamed about them last night. The dream was so real I was not sure I would wake. Vivid as this all was I recall little of the actual dream . Seeming as, if in the blink of an eye, I was floating endlessly an eternity spanning only seconds. Sensation started to tickle the ends of my mind as I drifted through the cosmos. Fabric like webs started to from around me. Cylindrical in shape and wide enough for me to reach out in any direction and brush the sides. Upon closer inspection this cocoon of weblike fabric had millions of delicate strands thinner and more perfect than any spiders legs could ever spin. Smaller and more intricate than the patterns within snowflakes, and almost glowing or radiating heat for I am not seeing them with eyes as much as sensing them all around me. Their power courses through me and I shiver. Hearing my thoughts they begin to speak directly into my mind. More like a wave that poured over me than use of eyes and ears eons and beyond fill my mind and all my sense tries to hold on as long as I can but I am slipping. I am funneled as if caught by an invisible current and drawn to a particular part of the delicate web tapestry. Still taking in all the wonder around me the web and its angel hair strands grow in size exponentially as I draw nearer. Small webs become great and pass me as if I am flowing through the tapestry. Even smaller but still apparent, are the tiny strands and webs brushing my minds body like wind as I pass. Abruptly after what has to be called a journey across the expanse of time and space I begin to see the tell tale signs. Interconnecting and becoming clear that they are the both the glowing hot energy and the most delicate of the strands deep within this web. Runes as clear as day weaving together intricate designs as they flow like strands of fibers that make the fabric. Still awe struck I stare trying to understand the implications of the rune strands but now drifting further away from them as the wave becomes a whisper and returns me to the painful silence of my body. Only the last image struck home as something I needed to remember or all this would have been lost. All around me the webs and strands of runes were again forming the fabric walls as my drifting away now became my waking moments. Rune webs were still there clinging to each other actually forming the tangible walls of my bed chamber. Seeing the walls and the tapestry we use as a curtain still teeming with the energy and light of the web fabric with real eyes completely awake, I still could not understand what I was seeing. Reality began its relentless attack on my senses and the telltale rune webs began to slowly recede from view. Fading away from real sight in my waking mind a breeze flows through the window next to me and the gentle rune strands float by as if they themself were the wind.
Author's Notes: the fabric of reality is very thin u stand literally upon yourself.
Author's Location: Albuquerque, New Mexico
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