scrytch: breathing space

by yara

Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 00:41:34 -0700 (PDT)

occasionally i find you breathing under water. it's an amazing trick really and i don't quite know how you're pulling it off. is there oxygen that you take in through osmosis? have you grown gills in the 1000yds of breaststroke you just did? have you transcended the need for oxygen?

perhaps it's not the thought of nitrous wa-waaaing in your lungs that's turning your lips blue.

i, as usual, have many questions for you. we do not know each other all that well, although we do have these exchanges under water. strangely enough, i require air, making verbal transactions brief. are they even verbal? it seems like your thoughts come straight to my brain.

the water you breathe in makes its way into my dreams; i find you there as well. you must be awfully busy--so many places at once where i find you doing things so odd i'm not quite sure what to think.

that is the point of what i'm not saying well. i'm not quite sure what to think of you... your ambitions--dare i say, your audacious ambitions; your words; your thoughts; the things that you will and won't stand for, that you do and do not want. i have come to no conclusions about you except that we must have more of these conversations.

oh yes. the dreams.

in the first, i was on a sailboat with someone i loved. the sailboat became a cruise ship and he was gone. there were other passengers. you were there, in the ocean, as a mermaid. the ship rocked back and forth and leaned so far over to port that it was on its side and we were looking at you through the window. i tried to reassure the passengers around me that this was *perfectly normal*, while i secretly worried that the ship was going to go down. the ship leaned back upright and over to starboard. again, we saw you through the glass. the ship leaned one last time to port until it flipped all the way over. this, too, i said was *perfectly normal* and then the dream ended.

the next? i was driving in my car on a narrow mountain road in winter. to my right was water of some sort. there was construction to the left, which left the other side little room top move close to my lane. i went by one car safely, but the next was too close and we collided. i somehow wound up on the road, rubbing a broken foot, while the car went into the water. the people i collided with discussed whether or not my insurance would cover a car in water. and it started snowing.

the last... i have neither the skill to describe without offending or the courage to state so plainly that *these* these........ are things i dream about.

it is the last one, of course, that you were featured most prominently in.

i have come to no conclusions about any of these dreams, except that you were there for a reason, which i have not yet determined.

it is much like you to be in a place for a reason which has not yet been determined. you're breathing underwater no less.

well, at least you're breathing.