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In Dreams

“At the border of the forest—dream flowers tinkle, flash, and flare,—the girl with orange lips, knees crossed in the clear flood that gushes from the fields, nakedness shaded, traversed, dressed by rainbow, flora, sea.” —Arthur Rimbaud, Childhood, from Illuminations

“Nothing is as boring as other people’s dreams.” —John Green, Paper Towns

“Sorry.” —Sarah, today.

In my dreams, I can walk. I know I have ALS, but when I’m asleep it’s just a vague idea that doesn’t affect my abilities at all. I make my way through unfamiliar rooms, carefully, knowing I could fall, knowing I can’t actually do this thing that I am somehow doing. It feels like something other than my body is holding me up.

Then I am running, from one place to another; so many things need to be handled, and all at once. I see all the people I’ve ever known, and they are confused. “I thought you were sick,” I hear them call as I rush off.

There is a stage floating at the top of a giant stadium. The show is performed inside a net, and I am playing several different roles. I haven’t practiced my lines, I’ll have to read them from a script. There are so many costume changes, but no time to manage them between scenes. The show is starting and I’m not in the right place…

Stress dreams. But not as stressful as waking up with my legs tangled around each other, Left weighing down Right, and my neck uncomfortable from where it’s wedged against my pillow. Read More>