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If couldn’t remember waking up before I went about doing things, I was dreaming. As usual I went about jumping great distances in the dreamscape I had created...my world of splendor I habitually ran to for sanctuary.
Leaping around I noticed something changing behind me. I turned around to see myself back on top of my place of power in Monument Valley…the home that had adopted me in the desert.
I had come back for no apparent reason and surprised to see my surroundings more vivid than I could remember them. Looking around confused I took in the scenery.
No far away traffic or distant roads.
No small ants or their homes below on the desert floor, lying scattered about.
The clouds remained as in my dreams…sick, twisted, romantic shades of purple with black and grays bordering the edges…but no breeze. Had I been gone for too long…was the strength of the desert calling me back home?
I collected my thoughts back to what I knew for certain; my body was asleep and as I viewed the scenery in front of me I still felt how my body was laying asleep. If I chose to move my body I would wake up, and curiousity drew me to find out what had called me back to the desert. Something didn’t feel good about this, something wasn’t tickling me right.
I mustered my thoughts once more, and did one of the few things I'd taught myself through meditation, conscious or sleeping…call the wind. I closed my eyes and bowed my head slightly keeping my arms down by my waist and straightened out. With my fists clenched I began breathing, concentrating on pulling air into my lungs slowly, working up, getting faster as I felt the wind against me blowing harder as I exhaled with force and letting off slightly as I inhaled.
I opened my palms against the wind and my eyes to the ground, staring a thousand miles beyond it. I had drawn in and centered.
I leapt like a rocket directly up, the scenery fading to black.
I sat up in my bedroom. It was once more the a.m., and once more I had woken up at exactly 3:13.
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letters from the dirt.5
