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The Good Parts Version
Mar. 20th, 2004 08:23 am-----------------------
The mermaid floats on her back in the pool, eyes just above the edge of the water. She can't remember exactly why she had been brought there, but it doesn't matter for the moment - she's busy watching the human dance.
Dancing is a concept that she understands, but the movements she's watching are as alien to her as anything she's ever heard described about the land. They're so abrupt and harsh, not nearly as smooth as she imagines they should be, and there are too many limbs going in too many directions, instead of working together as one fluid whole to create one pattern. Still, it's fascinating and exciting and strange.
The worst part, though, are the jumps. She doesn't know whether it's beautiful, or terrifying, or horrible, as she watches the woman repeatedly leap into the air, only to fall back to the ground each time. The thought of being a slave to those forces binding one to the earth, trapped forever in two dimensions, chills her more than anything she can imagine - so are the ever-failing leaps a harsh reminder of the bonds, or a dream of moving higher? The woman springs upward again, and before she can land the mermaid flees, diving back beneath the surface, cherishing the water's buoyant embrace.
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There. It's kind of pathetic to think that that was the cheerful part of my dream last night, but I figured it was an image that was at least worth trying to save. If nothing else, hopefully writing it down will help me forget the other details, of frogs crawling under my skin and swarms of snakes, and ants eating my legs. Stupid nightmares.
The mermaid floats on her back in the pool, eyes just above the edge of the water. She can't remember exactly why she had been brought there, but it doesn't matter for the moment - she's busy watching the human dance.
Dancing is a concept that she understands, but the movements she's watching are as alien to her as anything she's ever heard described about the land. They're so abrupt and harsh, not nearly as smooth as she imagines they should be, and there are too many limbs going in too many directions, instead of working together as one fluid whole to create one pattern. Still, it's fascinating and exciting and strange.
The worst part, though, are the jumps. She doesn't know whether it's beautiful, or terrifying, or horrible, as she watches the woman repeatedly leap into the air, only to fall back to the ground each time. The thought of being a slave to those forces binding one to the earth, trapped forever in two dimensions, chills her more than anything she can imagine - so are the ever-failing leaps a harsh reminder of the bonds, or a dream of moving higher? The woman springs upward again, and before she can land the mermaid flees, diving back beneath the surface, cherishing the water's buoyant embrace.
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There. It's kind of pathetic to think that that was the cheerful part of my dream last night, but I figured it was an image that was at least worth trying to save. If nothing else, hopefully writing it down will help me forget the other details, of frogs crawling under my skin and swarms of snakes, and ants eating my legs. Stupid nightmares.
