dream diary 11

It has been a while. It has been a while.



so i was walking along this rural road, with my friends. it was understood that we had to travel a long distance on foot.

there was a strong wind blowing, kind thats not so unfriendly because of the warmness.
i found an umbrella tumbling along, so i catched it, and opened it towards the direction of the wind.

my feet slid, kinda like water-skating being pulled by parachutes on water.
I was at a momentary state of fear, but i got used to it in a split second...

so I let go of the ground, so i was pulled unto open air, leaving my friends behind.

everything below me seemed to get smaller, i could see the distant rice-fields.
at this point, i felt that it would be nice to travel closer to ground since falling from a high altitude would be... well, fatal.

so i pointed my umbrella down, but the wind was so strong it was quite difficult to navigate myself, although i succeed after lots of tumbling and free-falling.

so i devised this method which would stabilise my flight, which was a sort of twisting motion, like that of a rifle bullet.

I twist my body, twist, twist, twist, and i would go very fast, in straight path.

so i tried landing, by rolling forward (and i thought, thank goodness i learn judo.)
which i succeed, i was in some sort of an unfinished rice-field in the process of planting shoots of rice. I saw one farmer, looking tired as a monkey left out in the rain.

i thought hey, my friends are far, far behind, let me help this piece of farmland. so I planted the shoots, plant plant plant for about a couple of days or so, and i finished the whole rice-field. (and you know japanese rice-fields, they're not as big as american ones so you can manage)
the farmer looked at me, and said "you should be doing your business now."

i suddenly remembered about my friends. where would they be?
so I found my umbrella, which was discarded in the middle of wiff-waffing young shoots of rice (which was already waist-height, to my surprise. didin't i just plant them?) and set off, riding and twisting in the wind.

i felt the young shoots of rice beat against the umbrella, and my body as i tumbled thru the air.

so flew along roads of dirt and grass, found my friends, and tumbled down onto the ground between them. it feels good to tumble on the ground. almost as good as the air. it hurts but in an assuring way.

"oh its you." said my friends.
"seems like so" said I.

and we walked. (no chatting in my dreams) and i got bored of walking.


and i opened my umbrella.



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