When I got sick as a child, I would have reoccurring fever dreams. In one of them, robbers invaded our house and killed my family, but I would escape by climbing out a window and running away across the treetops as if they were solid surfaces (which I knew perfectly well they weren't when I was awake and not delirious).
On long car trips, I would stare out the window at the telephone wires swooping from pole to pole. I would imagine myself running atop those poles in great leaping strides, keeping pace with the car.
Even now, when I feel overwhelmed, angry, or even acutely embarrassed, I get an overwhelming urge to just run away and never stop.
 Katerin · Fri Jul 31, 2009 @ 01:09am · 3 Comments |
