It’s morning and the crows make noise high up in the trees or on the buildings. Their sound is one thing I love when waking up. So familiar when hiking, running in the early mornings.<\/p>\n
And running is just what I did in my dream. In a last attempt to outrun I think a policeman or a parking dude. Just for the fun; they where a little behind me. Every runner knows this feeling; when someone is catching up on you. You run just harder; that’s the game.<\/p>\n
Anyway the path is brown and a little up hill with lots of green grass. And the wind blows freedom. I realize I can’t run anymore, but in a last squeezing effort I decide to run with my friend.<\/p>\n
A crippling run is what follows. My dreams have catched up with reality and no longer show the me I was 40 years long. From a dancing girl via more ballet till a fitness long distance runner. I barely make it higher up.<\/p>\n
And than I see this kid on the ground sick. Everybody passed him except for one friend. He is cooling down and I hear myself say with a decisive voice: “get up; don’t stay there; you will die here!”. He than resists when I pull his arm and try to persuade him to get up. <\/p>\n
In the back of my mind lingers the 100 occasions that I was sick or fainted. He is smaller than my son is now. But I managed to get him up and in my arms. Like every lovable parent knows how to carry something of great worth: your child. And here I carry someone else’s child while whispering in his ear I will call his mother; so she can pick him up.<\/p>\n
All the little energy that I’ve got is put into the rescue of this frozen child. In my dreams I’ve flown and rescued many children. But I have never had to worry about my health. I was strong and healthy.<\/p>\n
Now my dreams seem to have left me behind. I’m no longer flying and soaring above the river and waterfalls; seeing the big stones and the rocky water beneath me….<\/p>\n
Crippled dreams
\nWhen thy wake me
\nThy pulled me
\nGently back to reality <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It’s morning and the crows make noise high up in the trees or on the buildings. Their sound is one …