transcription of a dream i had
in my dream i observe myself in the third person, through a grainy film cameralense:
i'm flying, fully extending my wingspan like a bird, and keeping my feet together and toes pointed. i'm going around the circular bin of an aqua-colored water tower not unlike the one off blueberry lane. i don't recall what i'm wearing, or seeing my face, or even watching myself move; i only know that the boy flying is me and that the direction of the wind shows me i'm moving clockwise. maybe floating is a more accurate description of what's happening: i'm moving in the same way i know the sun rises and sets, where i understand i'm going somewhere but don't see it happen in real time.
to the left of the water tower is a range of low-definition mountains, something out of a bob ross painting. to the right lies a theme park: all the rides are operating, but no one is riding them or walking around or waiting in line at a concession. i, the flying boy, am the only breathing thing from my vantage point. looming above the themepark bustle is a rotating ferris wheel and a rollercoaster track, both painted fire-engine red. the render distance stops past these things. only pale blue sky lies behind them.
i remember a beach laying past the theme park and mountains, on the same part of the horizon as the water tower, but i never saw any waves lapping at its shore.
maybe it was less of a dream than a vision. what i saw in my sleep was almost a still image, turning with the non-ambition of a screensaver. my perspective never shifted. i saw myself as a figure in an oil painting, something hung on a wall, a work of art. i hope to bring it to life someday.
