My body is on the table, with a deep cut on my chest. The procedure almost starts, but I’m not asleep yet. The doctors are deliberating over a very important question, but I can’t hear them. They’re whispering. A grey-haired professor leans towards me. He’s telling me something, but for some reason all I can see that his mouth is moving, however there are no sounds. I’m getting scared and soon I’ll be panicking. Once they stung me, gave me the drugs I started to calm down, flow away, and levitate.
I’m in this room, with no windows, no doors. Nobody’s there, there are no sounds, no sounds, no life. Just a rope in the middle of the room. I go to this rope and grab its end. I’m starting to rise; I can no longer touch the floor. A feeling occurred me, which was adrenaline combined with pleasure and some kind of phobia. Laughing makes it easier. I’m levitating, I’m actually flying. This can’t be true, this can’t be real. This can’t be good. Levitation always ends with going back to the floor. How will I go back? I’m no bird, I can’t fly, yet I’m doing it. This will end badly, I’m going to crash! I’m panicking again, starting to lose my balance, and… the floor is closer, I’m picking up a speed I wouldn’t imagine. I’m going to crash, I’m going to die!
The volcano is about to erupt. I’m behind a car, hiding from the bullets, in the middle of a jungle. A sweet little girl comes to me while I’m fighting for my life; she comes to me and asks me in an innocent, thin voice: “Where is my mommy?” I have absolutely no idea what to say, I’m just staring at her desperately. She must think I’m crazy. How should I know anyway? I’m in a war, in a jungle.
The dentist came there with a black Cadillac. He said he wants to give me a vaccination. The troops almost reached me, so I had no choice. As he injected me with that serum, the little girl started laughing, louder and harder. She turned ugly, her eyes got big and vicious. I ran away.
The city streets are crowded; a blond guy plays tennis in the middle of the road. There’s a vase, which first looked like a normal pot, but then turned in one of those Russian dolls. Teddy bears are coming alive, foxes running up and down and a soda can is rolling to my feet. First I thought it’s a Coke, but “It’s a bomb!” – Somebody shouts. I jump as far as I can; I know I’m going to hit myself. I didn’t. I rose up high, really fast. I was so high I was afraid I’m going to hit the stars. Then it happened: the one thing I was afraid of, the only thing I can’t prevent, the sure thing that leads to death; falling. Because after up it comes down, after high it comes low, and after flying it only comes falling. And there’s nothing we can do about it!!