THE ODDS (Debbie Does ALS)



Standing on a blacktop surface with five others, I hold an iron bar, the bottom of which has two sharp points  By my foot is a small patch of dry mud. A white pinfeather floats down from the sky and lands on top of the mud; within a moment it's covered by a glowing piece of jasper. Using  the sharp points of the bar I stir these odd ingredients until the air turns a thick orange, swirling around us--we can hear but can't see each other. As we walk I feel something hitting the back of my neck, insistent but not painful.

I find myself in a large, empty auditorium.  A neat, trim woman in a light suit is at the podium and to her left is a wall-size black screen. The woman directs me to go into the screen, without a second thought I do as she bids. The screen absorbs me. I'm not afraid, I know I'm in the right place.

Another building. Businessmen I knew several lives ago are inside but I don't want them to see me. A stranger enters the building so I follow close behind him and make my way to the elevator.


Anonymous said...

You sound heavily medicated.

Deborah said...

Do I? Do you know me?

Jenny said...

I think you are imaginative and incredibly gifted in the retelling of such vivid dreams. I love you mom!

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