Wash Away My Troubles, Wash Away My Pain
I had a dream last night.
A strange dream.
I was on the top of an enormous vehicle, hundreds of feet tall. The base was just a few feet wide.
And the driver wasn't looking. Wasn't paying attention.
So we stopped short.
And the momentum at the bottom stopped the tires. But the momentum at the top kept me going. And I bounced off tall buildings trying to slow down, knowing the entire structure was about to tip over.
Then I was at a meeting. Or a performance. I'm not sure which.
Trying to get the attention of someone I needed to talk to. Someone I wasn't sure saw me.
And the feeling was just as intense as the momentum tipping over the vehicle hundreds of feet tall.
Certain risk. Uncertain reward.
Thus is the way of dreams.
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