22/3/09

last night i dreamt i was on a precipice. it was exaggerated with one point persepective, like in a roadrunner cartoon. the rock face was yellow ochre and devoid of vegetation. i could not see water or ground below although i could feel sea breeze on the nape of my neck. i was aware of iminent death if i fell, but my usual debilitating fear of heights wasnt crippling. i was wrapped around a greying white sheet in the same way an acrobat uses a ribbon. above me was a man, and below me, a woman. they were strangers but i felt a familiarity with the man that possibly meant we had a sexual relationship, a loveless one. the repulsion i felt towards the man, tinged with instense attraction, and the fact he was trying to kill me, felt like drinking a potent, hallucinatory cocktail. i watched the chunky threads of the dirty sheet unravelling and ripping like a gauzy bandage stretched over a wound. and i saw the scene from afar and i was a beautiful heroine.