Midnight Parasailing

Dreams

August 5th

Parasailing in the middle of a field at night, a group of us that want to fly, moonlight on the highway --

We reach our destination but it starts raining and there's some lightning too -- We're forced to cancel the excursion even though the director still wants to try it, lightning and all -- I have to talk her out of it, for our safety --

[...]

We're in a field searching for something -- tall grasses, bright moonlight, small ponds reflecting -- the men are throwing frisbees and we're keeping score -- Cale thinks there is something wrong with one of the men, like maybe he's disabled --

A group of shadowy figures begins swarming in the distance, moving systematically towards us, no faces -- dark, with large coats -- Cale asks if I want to see a special place -- "Do we have to hop a fence?" I ask -- "Will that be a problem?" he responds --

We roll ourselves over a fence, my tunic nearly snagging on the rough boards --

Then, running through the woods, dodging mud puddles and swamps -- He is strangely quick on his feet, daggers in cases dangling from his belt -- the world lit by moon, my eyes adjust to the dim glow and things start to look bright -- I can see more now than ever -- 

He leads me into an ancient abandoned building, hexagonal in shape, with small benches around the edges at the bottom of a steep staircase -- I deduce it used to be a church, a refuge -- high ceilings reaching thirty, forty, fifty feet, moss and plants overgrown, but intense magic -- overwhelming magic -- the history of the space, the walls, the memories, is palpable -- a strong surge of warmth and happiness and I can see the thousands of people, walking in and out and in, praying and laughing and finding sanctuary --

Shadowy figures approaching, scouring land, causing pain -- we never see them do it, but we can hear the cries and feel the fear -- but here, we are safe -- in the church, with the plants in the dark, we are safe -- we hide out for many minutes, the glow of his iPhone periodically cutting the darkness with blue light -- a figure appears in the doorway above our heads but we are not visible in the shadowy depths of the recessed room -- he continues on, unaware of our presence --