No sense.
I jump off of a building, and as I approach the ground, I start to decelerate.
At first, I am able to fly freely however I want, at whatever height I like. Eventually, I start realizing that flying is impossible -- my logic kicks in. To be in a sleep mode, a human brain must disable the ability to think logically. At least, that is my theory. Once my logic kicks in, my realization of this fact slowly starts to affect my ability to fly.
I jump from a high ground once more. Now I hover perhaps 30 feet above the ground. It's more of a glide, than hover, though. After a while, I loose my ability to fly completely.
Now, there is a hole, or a big crack in the ground. It appears to be bottomless. There is only one way around it. I take the way, and start to slowly slip off into the hole until I am no longer able to hold on, and I fall. I am quickly consumed by the darkness. I am afraid, but do not fear of dying, for I know this is only a dream. I know how my death usually ends in my dreams. I respawn, I reboot, I come back to life, I am given another chance, like usual.
So, I am back on the path, once again trying to get across this big hole in the ground.
The rest is lost.
Friday, January 29, 2010
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