Monday, January 22, 2007


I have regular dreams where I am conscious of the difficulty of moving around. It is as if gravity has to be conjured up to be able to walk or run as you do in waking life. I imagine that's what it is like being autistic where other people are functioning efficiently and you do your best to copy them but you miss out something essential.
I was close to flying this time, gliding just inches above the ground. No euphoria or anything like that - I was lost after all as I so often am in the dreams, but there was a satisfying feeling nevertheless.


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