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the fox dream

Somewhere in the dreams I was having this morning things got very anguished; I was in a hospital, lost, stuck in a malconstructed collision of doorways, none of the doors would open and some japanese drowning ghost was going tapatapatap at the fanlight. So (like you do) I closed my eyes and tried to wake up.

Instead the black behind my eyelids resolved into green, and then red, orange, yellow and finally white. I opened my eyes and I was in fresh air and clean snow, stretching off as far as I could see. At the end of a line of delicate foorprints, there was a fox stood in the snow, looking back at me. I chased! It ran fast, I ran faster! Jumped forward, caught its brush in my mouth. Caught! Then I opened my mouth and let it go, and it ran off into the light of the morning. I spat long hairs out of my mouth, and made a sort of laughing that made no noise, but was extra especially happy.

Ridiculously happy. Now, why was that?


18th Jul, 2004 17:37 (UTC)
Caught a foxie by the tail,
and let him scamper down the trail
You just had to catch the child
that grew up fast and strong and wild...
Let it go to run some more
and find it waiting at your door