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Mar 15, 2008 - 08:48 AM PST

The land is completely parallel with my feet. It’s perfectly flat and empty. I’m in a wasteland. No, wait; can something be a wasteland if it hasn’t had anything built on it? This place is barren. Yes, barren is a much better word. It is a vast barren land with nothing in sight. I glance at my footing and I notice the familiar ground. The ground is probably covered with snow since I believe it to be cold. The ground seemed to emit a slushy-like crunch with each step. The sky seems to be a cloudy mixture of grey and the unknown as if its maker forgot about the peaceful light blue. I try to sense my surroundings and I squint at two objects in the distance. I think one is a tree and the other is a mountain on the grey horizon. Maybe I should walk towards the tree?
I don’t really see the point but it doesn’t look like I have much else to do. I see my self step closer to the tree. I hear in my head the muffled slushy-like crunch. I don’t like it. Walking through this mess is like thinking really hard. I definitely don’t like it. A voice in my head tells me that this is a peaceful state.
I suppose so. Well, it’s not so bad. I’m just letting time go by. That’s the whole reason I’m here…
I stand at the foot of the tree. Even this close it still looks blurry. This tree is so familiar. Why can’t I remember anything? I have a sudden impulse to touch the back of my head. When my hand brings itself in front of my eyes I notice that it seems to be bloody. I attempt to get a hold of all the new information. I hit my head. Obvious. Ok, so, that must be why I don’t remember things so well. Another voice in my head is crying.
Stop it. I’m fine. It’s just a little bump. I’ll be fine as soon as I…
Dark figures stare at me from the limbs of the tree. They look like birds. I am startled by their sudden arrival. I don’t remember those birds being there just a moment ago but then again, birds come and go where they please. Every one of their beady eyes stares motionless at me and I can do nothing but stare back. My face begins to stare with empty eyes and an open face. I feel lifeless or lost. I break the trance and try to think.
I’m hurt but how or why did I get hurt? What am I doing out here?
My urge to walk to the mountain seized control of me. I walk toward its ghost-like image with a steady pace. Is it strange that I can only remember a few of my steps? Thinking hurts. A headache pounds in my mind. The throb is pulsating in my mind. Thinking definitely hurts.
I’m at the foot of the mountain. I don’t remember getting to this spot completely but that’s probably from the blood loss. That voice in my head reassures me that I’m in a peaceful state.
As if an epiphany just struck me I realize that if I make it to the top of that mountain I’ll be home. Of course! That’s why it feels so natural walking here. This must be a routine for me. While I climb the pulsating throb becomes louder. A voice in my head is still crying. Why?
I’m close to the top, just a few more paces. A few more paces to home, rest, and memory. The voice in my head cries that I am a good person and I don’t deserve this…
Just a few more paces. It seems with every step I remember I bit more. Head must be healing. I hurt someone. That’s why I’m here… I’m sorry about it too. But how did this happen? Another voice in my head comforts the other.
Just a few more paces. This is a peaceful state, he says, but we don’t know if he’ll come out of it anytime soon.
Three more steps. That pulsating throb has become the sound of a beep. I think my head will explode from how loud it is.
Two more steps. Each step becomes heavier as the ground has become thick and clouded. She doesn’t know why this would happen to me, the other voice. It wasn’t anybody’s fault. It was an accident. That damned beeping!
One more step and I’ll be at the summit. It was an accident I try to tell her. I was driving home from the factory when my tire blew out. My truck flipped and then skidded on the two-lane country road. My seat belt didn’t hold so I rolled around the inside of the truck. The truck collided with a street lamp when I was thrown from it. I landed at the bottom of a tree, bloodied and bruised. ‘The birds were not scared of me,’ was my only thought as I stared at the crows that did not fly away. As the life drained from my body someone found me and took me away to the hospital. I fell asleep there but I did not die. Now I’m here. I’m here! I’m asleep! I’m ready to wake up! Just one more step. My feet land at the top and I find myself here.
The land is completely parallel with my feet. It’s perfectly flat and empty. I’m in a wasteland. No, wait; can something be a wasteland if it hasn’t had anything built on it? This place is barren. Yes, barren is a much better word. It is a vast barren land with nothing in sight. I glance at my footing and I notice the familiar ground. The ground is probably covered with snow since I believe it to be cold. The ground manifests a slushy-like crunch with each step. The sky seems to be a cloudy mixture of grey and the unknown as if its maker forgot about the peace light blue. I attempt to sense my surrounding and I squint at two objects in the distance. I think one is a tree and the other is a mountain on the grey horizon. Maybe I should walk towards the tree?