[03:33 AM] A dream brought back someone from a past life. An anchor of less than fond memories.
I remember how I felt every time it crossed my memory. If I concentrate for a second longer I can feel the taste of metal, my muscles turning to concrete, the burning of a laugh that took my breath away; I could barely remember how to say a word. The sky was as dark as the horizon, everything was blurry and blended into the rest: where would I go? I wanted to go home, there so close, unreachable there.
But everything ends and dissolves into the distance sooner or later.
The anchor was still tied to me, and I was left to make it my guide that, instead of showing me my goal, shows me where I started from. It was one of those circumstances in which knowing where you don't want to go is enough. After a while the taste no longer cut the roof of my mouth so strongly, leaving the place was no longer so painful and breathing no longer scared me. Speaking still required Herculean strength, each sentence a shedding of skin, but it was a start. This halfway journey is already an entire reincarnation.
Halfway through, then someone familiar appears to me in the opposite direction, in a body that was almost brand new, but still the same. And I remember waiting for the sensory waves to hit me for the thousandth time. “Relax your knees, feet firmly on the ground, and remember to breathe. Don’t forget to breathe.” I had already memorized the protocol, I was just waiting for the impact…
And nothing.
No taste, no weight, no impact.
The tide calm like the moon that witnessed me from the violet above.
Everything was so strange, like seeing a rainbow in the night sky. Surprising and frightening and comforting.
The apparition certainly repeats itself in dream, along with the turbulent waves of past lives. I still thought about everything, saw everything and felt everything as if in a cosmic reenactment, except for one detail: now the tide was coming from the murky void under my direction, and it was I who laughed, alone at the end of it all. With desire, it echoed loudly and almost maniacally, while the waves broke against the sky and the horizon. The salt washed away everything that no longer served me.