Sanitarium Dream
A dream outside the Sanitarium. The warm water on the surface and the middle aged buoyancy conspired to create the illusion of being a tweenager in an idyllic past that was no one's, and every one's, at the same time.
They splashed around, the two younger boys, Dan and Merl, climbing out into the warm spring sunshine and pacing along the diving dock after my strong pulling strokes through the water.
"You gotta see what's at the bottom!" Shouted Merl, (A character from SV's version of another dream.)
"To the bottom!" echoed Dan.
I'd just started to inhale the light summer taste off the surface of the water when two lithe bodies hit the water next to me and, a hand on each shoulder, pulled me under. I turned to Merl who was pointing down into the depths of the lake.
We sank a while from their momentum. On only half a breath, I knew I couldn't stay down much longer. A few more feet, the pop that meant I would be shaking water out of my ear for a week, and I felt feet against my back. Dan pushed off, headed for the surface, chickening out, out of breath already. His push forced Merl and I even deeper. I was becoming concerned that their prank had now gone too far. Merl was releasing air to make it easier to descend.
We passed out of the warm layer of surface water into the dark and cold. I could feel the current pull towards the stream at the far end of the lake. Merl gestured down through the black water.
My eyes adjusted, the sandy bottom of the lake was littered with sparks, like stars, or glistening grains on a moonlit beach. The moment stretched by my lack of air. Streams, tendrils of light swirled away in the current.
I needed to breathe, the body inhaled, water filled sinuses convulsed, clamped down on the breathing instinct. Surrounded by water, I was burning.
Merl was releasing air. I wanted it, even if it was stale, to fill the empty crushing space in my lungs.
They splashed around, the two younger boys, Dan and Merl, climbing out into the warm spring sunshine and pacing along the diving dock after my strong pulling strokes through the water.
"You gotta see what's at the bottom!" Shouted Merl, (A character from SV's version of another dream.)
"To the bottom!" echoed Dan.
I'd just started to inhale the light summer taste off the surface of the water when two lithe bodies hit the water next to me and, a hand on each shoulder, pulled me under. I turned to Merl who was pointing down into the depths of the lake.
We sank a while from their momentum. On only half a breath, I knew I couldn't stay down much longer. A few more feet, the pop that meant I would be shaking water out of my ear for a week, and I felt feet against my back. Dan pushed off, headed for the surface, chickening out, out of breath already. His push forced Merl and I even deeper. I was becoming concerned that their prank had now gone too far. Merl was releasing air to make it easier to descend.
We passed out of the warm layer of surface water into the dark and cold. I could feel the current pull towards the stream at the far end of the lake. Merl gestured down through the black water.
My eyes adjusted, the sandy bottom of the lake was littered with sparks, like stars, or glistening grains on a moonlit beach. The moment stretched by my lack of air. Streams, tendrils of light swirled away in the current.
I needed to breathe, the body inhaled, water filled sinuses convulsed, clamped down on the breathing instinct. Surrounded by water, I was burning.
Merl was releasing air. I wanted it, even if it was stale, to fill the empty crushing space in my lungs.
Yes I woke in the middle of an asthma attack and had to lean over the edge of the bed to clear the fluid from my lungs.
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ad astra per technica,
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ad astra per technica,
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