Falling Dream




The light comes filtering in from far above, through blankets of mist and corridors of stone. It bounces, in sparkling droplets, off the damp rope connecting me to the world above. Am I halfway up yet? The distance is too far to judge and when I look down the bottom is shrouded once again in the darkness our team has just penetrated. I start ascending again; slower and less efficient with every break, my arms are quaking from exhaustion and perhaps some fear.



With every pull upwards to the surface I bounce around sickeningly on the end of the line. This is the problem with rappelling and ascending a dynamic climbing rope: its shock absorbing properties cause my every motion to result in large up and down oscillations. It's easy to imagine the rope far above me sawing against the rock, maybe splitting, fraying, weakening, all well out of sight. There will be no warning before it breaks and there is nothing around me to grab hold of. I try not to imagine myself, spinning, falling, through empty space, just me and the bottom.

On the surface it starts to rain and the heavy drops, falling an extra hundred or so feet, pelt against my face forcing me to stare downwards into the 186 foot deep chasm yawning below. Pulling yourself up that distance is exhausting and my progress now feels infinitesimal when judged against the inky void below.

My reverie is broken abruptly by shouts from above, friendly arms grab my shoulders and encourage me upwards, "Come on! This is the hardest part! Pull!" I finally drag my body over the ledge and collapse on the ground. Rain is pouring down over us and mud runs in rivulets around my prostrate body. I can only tremble, relief flooding me.

On the surface when I try to express what happened to prepare others, I find it impossible, like trying to describe a dream. The return to solid ground is the same as waking up from a dream. All you can remember is falling.























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the sea test

-2014-
the circumnavigator pt5
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the circumnavigator pt3
the circumnavigator pt2
the circumnavigator pt1
falling dream
the darkness
one hell of a mile 3&4
he will return
the believers
the horror pt2
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traces
death valley
whiteout

-2013-
paradise of outlaws
the mountain climbers 1&2
brought to surface
one hell of a mile 3
primordial
the lost world
inner gorge
a ghost story
the riddle
slaying the minotaur
heart of darkness
bayou
public lands
organ music
two sought adventure
the virgin river
the road north
preparations

-2012-
steal the world
the end of the world
el dorado
the valley of the kings 2
the valley of the kings 1
one hell of a mile 2
one hell of a mile 1
the mountain climbers rr4
heroes rr3
rainy roadtrip 2
rainy roadtrip 1
the transgression
sandstorm
sinister 2
sinister 1
dehydrated
anatomy
sleepwalking
new chapter

-2011-
like sedona?
torn in two
blink
bridge to nowhere
the door
hitting the wall
elusive 2
elusive 1
harquahala
hole
pick up lines

-2010-
revisited 2
revisited 1
which way?
lost mines
chute
monolith
freeze
slice
in their footsteps
a dance with death


-2009-
goodbyes
undercurrents
casting the bones
mountain thief
the deer hunter
strange temple
sanctuary
burial pt. 3
burial pt. 2
burial pt. 1
the apparition
return to hell
forsaken
the lower depths
underground lake
stretch sewer
the hidden lab
shadow movements
meager rations
sw8: the conclusion
sw7: lost gold mines
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sw3: redondo
sw2: ghosts
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the underdark
in the beginning





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