i was on a rooftop, in Hermosa, it seemed like Hermosa.
the skies became very dark, a storm was coming.
i felt calm, and then i heard the sound they say a tornado makes.
and i thought...fuck, i am on a roof and here comes a tornado.
i saw it coming, and then it began to take me up in it.
there was no time.
but in a split second i saw a large tree branch.
with some sort of super-power i reached out of the tornado,
my arm became larger than life, my hand took hold of the branch
i pulled myself from the tornado.
just as i did the branch broke
i fell to the ground.
the things you can do in dreams.
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If we can die in dreams, we can live in dreams. The same is true of life. We are capable of anything. Although I struggle to live that, I do believe it.
i have been thinking alot about the strange area between dreams and reality. in recent times, i have been awake and experienced life in such a stange dreamlike quality. in this tornado dream.i fell to the ground, but did not die. i went into the house, it seemed like the hermosa house. i was greeted by friends and family. relieved that i was safe. there were a bunch of people, but the two i remember distinctly were lincoln and vince. dreams are also a great way to hang out with the no longer breathing.
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