chute...

i was in the pear tree. the tree in a lightning field. a barn to one side. i don't remember why i climbed the tree. i don't remember why i fell. but the white dress was my chute. i fell safely to the ground. he was standing there watching. laughter. my little dog tucked under one arm. everything is fine. even the lightning. even the threat of being struck.

that's when the evil cyborgs began erasing the good cyborgs. or were they borgs? or were they humans trapped in machines? the evil borgs were f*cked up. i was watching. i was terrified. i could do nothing. if i could answer the questions maybe i could begin. but there were no answers then.

i was tangled in the bedclothes. so much for a white dress. what is a chute in a nightmare? what good is a chute there?