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Pool of radiance; day-glow futures

2001-11-25 - 2:46 a.m.

As I sit in this study of oak panels and stuffy airchairs, the darkness outside shines through with soft orange pinpricks. I put down my book, rub my eyes, and stare out past the window into somewhere. I remember how lights on a hilltop at night, or in a forest always remind me of a warm, home feeling, as if marauding bands of Saxons or militant boy scouts would bring me to a place I could call my own.

I wondered how people would age, what their futures would hold. Just predictions, but I imagined all their greatness pursued in different fashions. I find myself drawn toward people with amazing talent..and in these fantasies I saw them rise. Doubt gave way to bewildered accomplishment, fingertips dipping into rocky recesses. Underneath the earth they glowed, smiling quietly as day-glow drops dripped off their hands into brilliant pools of oscillating colors.

I saw a bright green pool, flowing like plasma more than water. It pulsated light, seemed to conduct brightness across and into itself like slow ripples of electricity.

I was mesmerized. I didn't know what it was, but it seemed to hold all of these people in common.

I was brought back to the window when I thought of me. Suddenly that odd essence was gone, came in like bad reception on old tv's without cable. It was dark at first; I was swimming in water. Something brushed up against my leg, carapace-like. There was a muted, ominous light from nowhere that highlighted the water and ceiling. I was floating, bobbing in the middle of some huge black lake. What is this place?

It's oddly comforting, not even being able to guess. I have faith..but even a flashlight down here would prove helpful. Eh, no such luck. I like the dark, anyway. It's an oddly endearing friend that enjoys giving backrubs. Makes a nice blanket, too.

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