last night, lovely amazing powerful horrific soul-enriching dream where I'm 'taking it all in my stride' and jogging upstream, into the source of a burgeoning river.
My feet, then my shins, then my thighs are getting covered in the turbulent swell as the stream becomes a raging torrent.
The clay river banks starts to crumble and fall away, slothing off downstream. Skip, jump, stay on my feet.
There was a terraced brick side street that I could have EASILY escaped down, but "fuck that" this 'weather' was just too damned exciting.
Up in the distance, I can see how insanely dangerous the river is becoming. It'll come and come like a nightmare until it engulfs all in its path.
I know I'll be killed by this swelling river if I continue to bait it, surely, but WOW what a rush.
