As amusing and uplifting as the Pops concert is, my mind drifts back to the Ark, the Sunnyside College gym which was the focus of my life two nights ago. My memory of that visit is a scattered puzzle, with only a couple of pieces back in place….
A mind and body seizure shakes my very being. A cerebral flash whitens my vision, erasing the objects in the room around me. I’ve been gonged by a force beyond my senses. Just snippets in my head are apparent, like a few frames of a movie that keeps switching to other scenes...ghostly images...basketball...a fog over a pool… These images revolve in rapid sequence. Each pixelates and fades at the end as another fades in. My body heaves and tosses as my mind tries to grasp meaning from these flashes… through a darkened tunnel... whose sides become a rainbow…
It stops suddenly, as it started. I’m glad to be sitting. I’m grateful that I haven’t fallen to the floor.
All that remains is numbness, sweat, and chills. From deep within I detect that I’ve been granted mercy from a fate still worse. I’ve spat out the hook of whatever tried to reel me in. Somehow I understand that this was a continuation of the dream from which I never fully wakened the other day. This is not about where I’ve been, this is about my future.
I realize that my heart has been slamming against my ribcage. Now I’m physically drained but I know I’ll survive. I’ve returned to an calmer idle but my body reports that I’ve just completed a cardio workout. I’m unsure of the time. It seems I’ve been zoned out. I catch myself dozing and snap upright in the chair from a slumping position.
Gradually I recover from this assault. I gaze at a few shows on TV while the rest of my faculties return. After the last of the sport recaps I head off to bed with Genna, who had retired after the Pops concert. She’s sleeping like a baby, snoozing as I’d hoped to before, but now, after this pummeling, I’m not sure I can.
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