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    Magic Box

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    I will put in the box

    the swish of a silk sari on a summer night,
    fire from the nostrils of a Chinese dragon,
    the tip of a tongue touching a tooth.

    I will put in the box

    a snowman with a rumbling belly
    a sip of the bluest water from Lake Lucerene,
    a leaping spark from an electric fish.

    I will put into the box

    three violet wishes spoken in Gujarati,
    the last joke of an ancient uncle,
    and the first smile of a baby.

    I will put into the box

    a fifth season and a black sun,
    a cowboy on a broomstick
    and a witch on a white horse.

    My box is fashioned from ice and gold and steel,
    with stars on the lid and secrets in the corners.
    Its hinges are the toe joints of dinosaurs.

    I shall surf in my box
    on the great high-rolling breakers of the wild Atlantic,
    then wash ashore on a yellow beach
    the colour of the sun.
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    1. paigeyemps's Avatar

      I Am A Tumbleweed

      by
      paigeyemps
      , 06-23-2012 at 02:52 PM (Magic Box)
      I am sitting on a very high dirt mound. I'm looking at a deserted town below me. The place looks arid and dead.

      Out of nowhere, someone pushes me down. I put my arms out in front of me to break my fall, but they suddenly turn into roots. Yes, roots. They look like dry roots of a plant. They start from my fingertips, quickly creeping up and turning my arms into roots.

      I think, "How..? This is a dream! AWW YES!!". I become lucid. At the same moment, I start rolling down the dirt mound. I imagine myself stopping, but nothing happens. I am still rolling. A few seconds after, I notice that I have completely gone off the dirt mound, but I am still rolling on the ground. I try to fly away, morph, change the dream scene, but nothing works. I remember thinking to myself how crappy my dream control is.

      I'm still rolling on the ground, feeling sick. I try to turn to my left, success! At least I can control the direction I'm rolling towards.

      It isn't long before I start to lose lucidity, what with all the rolling and crappy control.

      And that's it. That was the day I became a tumbleweed.
      Categories
      lucid , memorable , dream fragment
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