That lovely song whose name I couldn't remember whispered from the radio and that's when I realized how late it was and driving became much more difficult. The music moved around me in my car like a snake and I began to tilt ever so slightly to the left as my eyes began to close. I snapped back up fearing death by vehicle, only to fall back asleep with double the conviction. Feeling peaceful and relaxed for a few seconds, I was only awoken by the sounds of horns blaring from the cars of fearful drivers. I had no time to react as my car flew off the side of the road. I was falling into trees for a few seconds, and then I fell asleep again and I was falling into darkness.
In my sleeping brain, I could hear a thud, then the groaning sound of some metal giant going belly up.
I opened my eyes and yawned and felt pretty good. Good, until I saw where I was. A vast stretch of green trees went directly up a hill. The tree stained hill was alive with noises and small movements that could only be seen for a split second. Behind me a large vast lake competed with the sky as it too had the same clouds floating on its surface. To the right of me the lake funneled into a small river and drifted off between two small grey mountains. To the left of me a large rock wall and a small rock for sitting and pondering life, I ponder this as I walk back to observe the lake.
I notice someone who hasn't been there for a while. A young black boy of about twelve in blue suspenders was cradling his fishing pole while lying down with his antique sun hat draped over his head. This whole scene seemed like something out of a Twain novel.
I didn't particularly want to talk to this boy but I was lost and hungry and unable to walk very far. I attempted to bend down to gently wake this young feller up. But I was only met with an aching back pain. So I crept back up and kicked him with my foot. No gesture of breathing came from his body from my disturbance. I kicked him again and the hat fell off of his head to reveal his very serene face. I put my foot on his shoulder to shake him awake but again knocked him over. Words can't express how horrified I was as a small trail of blood trickled from unseen wound in his head. Not wanting to be blamed for his death I walked up into the tree stained hill.
I walked for what seemed like an hour up a hill that seemed to have no end and betrayed the laws of physics. I walked until I felt tired again, not wanting to give up I just fell down face forward aiming for a pile of leaves but hitting a rock. I blacked out and figured sleep would help me out a lot.
I dreamed of sleeping here forever in this very spot. Only the environment around me changed. I imagined car after car running over my sleeping head. I imagined people rationalizing their sins over the annoyance of my body being in the way of their ambitions.
I dreamt like this for a while and was awaken thereafter by something falling beside my head.
I jumped up and despite the pains I managed to somehow do a gymnastic like movement as I jumped to the nearest tree and breathed hard. Before me a poor doe had seemingly fallen from a great distance. Her hooves were pointing forward and crumpled beneath her. I didn't understand this scene whatsoever since does cannot climb trees and there was nothing else but sky above me. Not fearing predators, I sat down next to the doe and put one arm around her head cradling her. Her black lifeless beady eyes looked at me and I just ignored them and smiled and enjoyed the view with her.
Something told me the body of the doe wanted to be left alone. But in my selfishness I needed company, someone to hold my hand and explain this to me so life could go on in its sleeping and not sleeping black and white kind of way. But the dead body of the doe provided no comfort whatsoever and I moved on up the hill with the renewed vigor of a scared mind and rapidly pulsating heart.
The one thing that began to change about my journey was a simple fact that I was actually making progress up the hill. Nearing the steep top, I was forced to crawl. Still feeling too weak to move like a soldier, I crawled face down in a pathetic kind of way. I felt relieved as I grasped the edge of something far too big to be just a small rock. I pulled myself up and I was horrified by what I saw.
In front of me was a lake to the left of me the lake funneled down a small river between two grey mountains. To the right of me was a vast rock wall which had in front of it a smaller rock for pondering and thinking. And in front of the lake sat a young black boy whistling tunes while holding his fishing rod and standing up, I jumped down and started down this version of green tree stained hill.
I sort of plummeted more then fell as the universal law of its easier to go down then up. I was near the bottom of the hill only before nearly cracking my ribs as I hit a tree.
I looked up as the young black boy met me with a calm collected face. He gave me a swift kick to the face and my head flew to the right. Not wanting to anger him for busting his head open a while back I pretended to be knocked out and he began to drag me. Before I had time to protest I was dragged to the lake and put in.
I somehow managed to retain buoyancy and floated. I laughed at this insanity and continued to float in a somehow guided path towards some unknown destination. I laughed and tilted my head back and fell asleep again.
I woke up in exactly the same posture I had at the beginning of this journey. It was the exact same lake and river and wall. Only behind me sat my overturned car. A dead sound filled the air as I realized I had actually fallen asleep after having crawled out of my overturned car. And then the sound of cars came from the top of the tree stained hill. I got up and sat on the rock by the big rock wall and pondered life for a few seconds.

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