deep story nr. 194 l congress of imagination l by Frank Klassen

I open my eyes and perceive the blue sky with a foggy mind. With
my palm I feel the lush green below me. As I turn my head, with
my vision still slightly blurry, I catch sight of wriggling
figures. They move rhythmically back and forth. Comforting warmth
flows through my body as a brilliant white cloud makes way for
the sun. Slowly I sit up and my synapses are further flooded with
impressions. Blurry black and gray becomes peacock feather
colorful. Laughter and wild dancing define the scenery, which is
framed by electronic compositions. Everyone seems so free and
carefree. There is a weightlessness of being like children's
birthday parties from earlier times. The surroundings are
decorated with attention to detail and the participants of this
imaginative congress seem never to have encountered everyday
life. Full of joy, I rise and enter the fray.