stretched

There is this dream I have, a vision which appears and disappears. Sometimes I can see it crystallise, it begins to take form. It is within my reach. I extend my arm out to hold it in my palm and mould it with my fingers. It is tangible but, I cannot seem to hold it in my hand. Something weighs me down, I cannot reach out sufficiently. I lift my feet to take a step, make attempts to jump, but, I can’t.

I look down to find my legs entangled in a mesh of blood, my blood! I helplessly watch the vision deform and become a dream once again.

I feel the presence of a hand on my head, a calming influence. I gather all the strength in my calves and take a jump. Now, my body is stretched between the bloody mesh that wraps around my legs and my fingers reaching out to the fast disintegrating vision.