AstralFlare

(an excerpt from some day 2010)

As I open my eyes I find my self kneeling hands down on cold, mossy slate. As I look around the rain is pouring down thunder and lightning and I see my self on a roof top high up in New York City with no reccolection of how I got there or any realisation that I'm dreaming. The sky is dark and the city is worn, the slate is cracked and the buildings are made of brown, chalky brick. As I'm kneeling there I can feel my self slipping with nothing to hold on to, no where to climb to and a long, long way down, to far down to see, to far to survive the fall. I continue to slip further and further down the slate, as I look around in 3rd person space I can see my self lying there. I'm stuck and as I realise my helplessness I bein to scream "HEEELP! HEEEEEELP!" No one answers, no one comes to my rescue. I fall. I wake up.