20 February 2013
I'm running through a forest. I know straight away I'm dreaming, movement has never come as smooth and easy as this for me. Normally I start sweating almost before the first step, moments later my breath turning into solid lumps in my throat that I have to choke clear before I can replace it. Not this time. There's no awful death rattle breathing coming from me, no desperate, thudding footsteps shuddering up through my body. It's peaceful. Not quiet though, not even close. This is a forest after all, and I am surrounded with the noises of life.
Opuss № I