Dream #3

In my dream, it is so dark, I can't see anything. My eyes are open. I'm staring, trying to see something, anything. I'm not afraid. I'm not sad. I'm not happy. I am only aware of my being, that I have a body, even though I can't see it to be sure. My body is being rocked gently, as though I were laying in the palm of a giant who carried me around like a child might carry a robin's egg that has been thrown from the nest. All of a sudden, I feel the sensation of falling. My stomach goes into my throat, like it does of the first hill of a roller coaster, when the bottom drops out and you are free fall. Still all is dark. Still I feel no emotion. While still falling, I wake up. My stomach is still in my throat, and nothing daylight offers seems to fix it.