It's been awhile since I shared anything, so this happened just this morning. I was partly awake not really asleep, and still very groggy. As I lay there in this half asleep state, I felt myself just lift off and go very high into the sky. I was flying, and below me was a completely snow covered landscape. It looked deserted; there weren't any houses or people, just miles of snow. I felt those swooping sensations like when you are on a roller coaster, and decided to look around for something of interest.
Soon I came to a town, very far below. The perspective was like from an airplane because I was so far up. As I descended, I saw that while there was no snow here, it felt like early spring. The town was in a valley surrounded by mountains. I got a sense of place, and thought of the word Appalachia. I landed in front of some kind of second hand furniture shop; there was a bunch of used, worn chairs on the sidewalk in front. And there was a crowd milling around,. I thought they were shopping but I felt unease and excitement in the air and realized that something was going on. The street itself looked old fashioned, but the used chairs were at least contemporary in design; there were even a couple of cheap counter stools.
When I entered the shop, everything was in disarray, as if there had been a fight. There was angry, defeated energy. I went down a long hall with faded yellow walls, and saw three men coming towards me, and one of them had his hands behind his back. When they passed, I saw that he was cuffed, so I figured the other two men were law enforcement. I followed them back into the front of the shop and outside. The crowd was still there, murmuring excitedly but I couldn't hear what they were saying. Then a sheriff put his hand out as if to nudge me aside and I shrank back, wondering if his hand would go through me and cause people to get more excited. I went down the street a short distance, noticing the old wooden buildings and thinking how it looked like a mining town, when I started to remember that the cats must be hungry by now. I reluctantly opened my eyes, wondering how I could have experienced all of this while still awake!
Soon I came to a town, very far below. The perspective was like from an airplane because I was so far up. As I descended, I saw that while there was no snow here, it felt like early spring. The town was in a valley surrounded by mountains. I got a sense of place, and thought of the word Appalachia. I landed in front of some kind of second hand furniture shop; there was a bunch of used, worn chairs on the sidewalk in front. And there was a crowd milling around,. I thought they were shopping but I felt unease and excitement in the air and realized that something was going on. The street itself looked old fashioned, but the used chairs were at least contemporary in design; there were even a couple of cheap counter stools.
When I entered the shop, everything was in disarray, as if there had been a fight. There was angry, defeated energy. I went down a long hall with faded yellow walls, and saw three men coming towards me, and one of them had his hands behind his back. When they passed, I saw that he was cuffed, so I figured the other two men were law enforcement. I followed them back into the front of the shop and outside. The crowd was still there, murmuring excitedly but I couldn't hear what they were saying. Then a sheriff put his hand out as if to nudge me aside and I shrank back, wondering if his hand would go through me and cause people to get more excited. I went down the street a short distance, noticing the old wooden buildings and thinking how it looked like a mining town, when I started to remember that the cats must be hungry by now. I reluctantly opened my eyes, wondering how I could have experienced all of this while still awake!