Fallen and found

Tonight I had a rather intense dream ...

I dreamed I was in a kind of very modern plane that flew much higher than any plane ever would in this world. We were close to our destination so the stewardess set for some free fall sequence which was nothing special.
I felt the drop and then the fall, but I didn't mind. It was only when the buildings - also very high but still only a few hundred meters - started to appear on our side that I started to worry about maybe stopping the fall to land. I asked her but she went on with her routine as if nothing was wrong. I watched her till she opened some door on the side and seemed to be planning on jumping onto one of the roofs while the plane would keep falling - like forsake it.
I followed her outside and planned on jumping, too - she just watched me, smiling in some vicious way and I remember being afraid of her pushing me back so that I'd drop between the building and the cabin ... I jumped anyway and only then realized that the cabin had by now been driving along rails and was now hurrying away. Someone from inside called out to the stewardess to stop it and let me back in since there was no way from those roofs and this part of the city to where I needed to go ... but the cabin still went on.
I wasn't worried, only angry about this - cursing this damn place with its limited options, when I suddenly realized I wasn't in this very world anymore, but at some other place - where I knew what to do, had the capabilities I needed, somehow belonged. So I went off that roof to find a group of people, maybe homeless or rather living in this passageway I found them in. There was some kind of screen there, too, and a wall full of technical stuff, like of some very old and large computer. They asked me to stay and I was just about to explain what had happened when some kind of message - obviously coming from someone who had hacked the programme - came in. It was some kind of robot which I knew belonged to that guy in the plane that had called out for me, actually rather was him, controlled by him - my friend. He was looking for me and asked me to check back with him so he would know where I am - which I did with the help of one of the guys there. So he came for me and I was grateful for that, thinking about how he'd always be there whenever I felt lost or something went wrong ...
Rather weird, but really enjoyable.

Things in real life are going rather crazy again as well - but in a very good direction, it seems. I decided to quit my new job again ... There were some really bad things going on in the past few weeks which led to that decision and something that happened only on Friday really made me see that I am not wrong in doing this at all, rather the contrary ... After all, after having disliked my previous job for years and years and never done anything but to cope cause I felt I needed to stay "on the safe side" and couldn't let anybody down, I decided to never do such a thing again ... especially not for the sake of others, even if I do like them. Sacrifice is for friends ... and only them - cause everyone else would let you down just like that as well.

This will be the first December in seven years where I'll only have one job and free weekends - I can't tell how looking forward I am to that.

Unmasking ...

Last week I talked with someone - I don't think we're friends, yet, but I wish we'll be soon ... There's no way to be sure so far but because of what I feel, still I believe he's got the most beautiful of souls, a healthy mind, a healthy heart - for once in this crazy place.

We talked about what he does ... writing songs, putting feelings to lyrics. He told me they were his way of "letting things bleed out" - to find relief. I knew what he meant when he said that ... after all I've wished to do just the same for as long as I know - I somehow do here.

Talking to him feels so very right ... someone who seems so very unhappy about this world but unafraid to accept this pain to stay himself ... just like me, it seems.

I don't know what it means, yet, but I truely feel for him ...

Fall

It was in fall I first met them ... both of them, though there were long years between those encounters. Now they're both "gone" - unreachable at least ... and every year when the days start to get shorter and darker there's this faint glimmer of hope that 'this year' fall will magically bring them back ...
It's just beginning to come back now - like the last year and the one before that - and you know what's funny? There's someone again ... someone feeling so similar. Sometimes I think my mind messes with the world - not the other way round ...

Sometimes ...

... it feels like for one thing you get you have to give another ... or rather something is taken for it.
I've taken some turns lately ... new job, new "perspectives". I thought they'd feel good but they don't. I always try to get away from what I'm doing right then and it's not that I don't know where I want to go from there - it's just that I can't. The path I'd want to choose doesn't exist here - or maybe I just don't see it.

I don't know what I'm gonna head for next - and that's a first. To feel lost feels weird - new in many ways. I am what I am and I'll always stay that way - I don't get depressed, I don't give up on the things I wish for ... but lately I get so very tired of trying and never succeeding. It's "only" been a few years but they've felt longer than all the long ones before - why? Cause everything's different here - and in some twisted way that scares me. I try to reach people and can't, though I always could, I try to figure things out but feel blind in ways I've never been before. That all's getting to me - slowly but shattering.

There's one little spark left in the dark before me - and I'll see how it turns out. I just wish I could ignite it as I used to - instead of just having to wait if it eventually will by itself ...