Time To Get Real

Eaten

Today I feel swallowed up, as if what I dreamed has completely taken over. Someone like me shouldn't feel fear, shouldn't be distracted by visions.

But I am. Who was that man in back of me, holding up that brilliant yellow container lid. He said nothing to me, and yet he looked at me. And that merit badge for the Air Force that was held up. "Two up, One down." So many possibilties for danger and chaos, and I won't understand until it is too late.

I could complain about being able to see, but it would change nothing. If not me, who else?