back to mid-air acrobatics and fight scenes; earning back my bravery and will to take chances across lanes of traffic. Hand-to-hand combat with a man in a suit. I was back in Wichita, near maize and 21st. I can't recall whether we were moving slowly or so quickly that the world felt slow.
On the threshold of waking I thought about the fact that it was dreams like this that inspired me to write the stories I do. Or, did. I always write them in my mind but rarely on paper any more.
About Me
- Elaine
- I'm an artist, alchemist, witch, writer, lucid dreamer, librarian, sister, daughter, recluse, watcher and note-taker, goof-off, clairvoyant-in-study and mostly still a mystery to myself.