When I was alive, Raven, I inevitably felt, having to run a parade.
Why does that occur to me?? Maybe because I just woke up and had a dream: I had to walk through a kind of valley, initially huge yellow and green human-sized rain-soaked leaves adorned the path. I considered, whether I should rest and spend the night under such a canopy of leaves. But I had to keep going. The valley ended in a kind of concrete basin, where electricity- and fuse boxes set into the rocks. It was a spooky deserted area. It was deserted, but there were hidden forms, who worked here and who posed a danger to me. Dim lamps threw their light on the rock. I had to hurry, to advance.
Only the next day I came to a steep one, unsecured spiral staircase, that led me to an alp. A woman was waiting for me there and said I could now take off the sneakers I had borrowed, short, but only. I had red burning spots all over, but no bubbles formed. The thought of the valley I had covered depressed me greatly.
And yet in this dream I had become a runner again with strong body muscles and a light one, bodies dynamized with tension.
Yea…nothing compared to you, Raven.