Wednesday, May 04, 2005

In my dream I am speaking to my family but it seems nobody is listening. It is then I realise that although I am turning purple screaming my words out in a desperate attempt to attract the attention of anyone who’ll listen, there are no sounds emanating from my gawping mouth at all. Am I mute? I wonder this before I see my hands waving above me, fists clenched, punching the air in anger. My fists? A babies fists, fat and pink, useless and weak. What?


I want to wake up from this infuriating dream but instead I notice the dribble on my chin, cold and wet on my hot angry face.