"Dreams" by Preston Buckelew

Writer's Statement: This dream wasn’t really a dream I think, it was a feeling or emotion that I can’t really comprehend. It’s almost loneliness, but it could be me feeling lost. The more I think the more I feel like the dream was some kind of sign or an opportunity to get in touch with myself.

I can’t feel my legs or my feet, but I’m walking. I can’t stop walking, I just keep moving without consciousness. People pass me as I walk. I feel invisible to the pedestrians that surround me. There is no color, it feels as if there’s no emotion or feeling in the energy I sense around me. Though I can feel my own. Confused and disoriented but I am the only one with thought, feeling and color. I wear bright colors and I stand out amongst the crowd, high in contrast but the contrast felt like more of a feeling. But I am still invisible. I sit and observe away from everything, on a bench alone. People of all ages in the darkness. They wear no color and blend in together like one being. Everything is blurred and sped up. Like a time lapse, but I sit and experience all of it, I feel everything I see, I see everything I feel. I close my eyes. They now don’t open, but I don’t force it. I let the darkness and the abyss of my mind take over. I experience no thoughts, no feelings, no emotions.