I chose beer over coconut water just a little bit ago. That's how I roll, I guess...now, about that story...
Dusty awoke in a dream, a dream within a dream. She woke up at the edge of a precipice overlooking an impact crater. It was dark, an azure-indigo haze spattered across the sky enveloping her by 360 degrees, as though a giant had just spun around and painted it there with water colors. Since it was a dream, it was perfectly reasonable to assume that one had. Maybe it wasn't an impact crater at all, but one of the giant's gaping footsteps pervading the earth's surface with a single step. Perhaps this wasn't earth at all, but a planet inhabited by giants. Or maybe it was heaven, and this was simply one of Jesus's footsteps. It certainly looked like...felt like...it could be heaven. She yawned, a deep, satisfying, tear-inducing yawn...and breathed in the scent of violets and pine. She rubbed her eyes, sat up and hugged her knees with her arms, looking down at the intimidating valley below her. And then, a figure in the distance. It was on the other side of the great hole, standing still, about the size of an 8 ounce glass from where she sat, opaque. She felt no fear; only an intoxicating sort of curiosity. It was as though the distant figure was readily known to her, and she was simply waiting for it to approach and be near. And then it did begin to mobilize on an unmistakable, unwavering path straight towards her. Which was a bit confusing, because the figure would thus be walking inside the impact crater, only to reach the bottom of the precipice on which she sat. And then what? She simply watched and waited with the same serene, undoubting confidence--as if this were just a routine occurrence. As the figure's appearance began to materialize with the ever-shortening distance between them, she saw that it was a towering, tan, and rugged manly male with broad shoulders, large and chiseled biceps, and a nearly goofy half-grin on his face. It also became clear that he was running, running as if it was the only mode of transportation he was familiar with, or at least would tolerate, running as if all at once he had all the time in the world and not one second to lose, running as if...as if he could not wait one more fraction of a second to be next to her. And she suddenly began to feel something resembling that same urgent yearning...and a joyfully radiating piercing clenched her heart as she watched him come closer and closer, until his proximity was directly below the drop on which she sat. What now? She could do nothing but sit and wait, but there was not one inkling of fear, not one drop of uncertainty or anxiety, only subdued patience. And then, he was gone.
Dusty awoke in a dream, a dream within a dream. She woke up at the edge of a precipice overlooking an impact crater. It was dark, an azure-indigo haze spattered across the sky enveloping her by 360 degrees, as though a giant had just spun around and painted it there with water colors. Since it was a dream, it was perfectly reasonable to assume that one had. Maybe it wasn't an impact crater at all, but one of the giant's gaping footsteps pervading the earth's surface with a single step. Perhaps this wasn't earth at all, but a planet inhabited by giants. Or maybe it was heaven, and this was simply one of Jesus's footsteps. It certainly looked like...felt like...it could be heaven. She yawned, a deep, satisfying, tear-inducing yawn...and breathed in the scent of violets and pine. She rubbed her eyes, sat up and hugged her knees with her arms, looking down at the intimidating valley below her. And then, a figure in the distance. It was on the other side of the great hole, standing still, about the size of an 8 ounce glass from where she sat, opaque. She felt no fear; only an intoxicating sort of curiosity. It was as though the distant figure was readily known to her, and she was simply waiting for it to approach and be near. And then it did begin to mobilize on an unmistakable, unwavering path straight towards her. Which was a bit confusing, because the figure would thus be walking inside the impact crater, only to reach the bottom of the precipice on which she sat. And then what? She simply watched and waited with the same serene, undoubting confidence--as if this were just a routine occurrence. As the figure's appearance began to materialize with the ever-shortening distance between them, she saw that it was a towering, tan, and rugged manly male with broad shoulders, large and chiseled biceps, and a nearly goofy half-grin on his face. It also became clear that he was running, running as if it was the only mode of transportation he was familiar with, or at least would tolerate, running as if all at once he had all the time in the world and not one second to lose, running as if...as if he could not wait one more fraction of a second to be next to her. And she suddenly began to feel something resembling that same urgent yearning...and a joyfully radiating piercing clenched her heart as she watched him come closer and closer, until his proximity was directly below the drop on which she sat. What now? She could do nothing but sit and wait, but there was not one inkling of fear, not one drop of uncertainty or anxiety, only subdued patience. And then, he was gone.
