So you never really make it to Wonderland

You fly again threw the between spaces. You are spinning fast sick and dizzy but you catch some glimpses of the dimensionscape around you. You see a great easy chair, the size of a military base. You see flashes and colored bands of throbbing lights. Lights so thick you could touch them if they where in arms length. You finally fall bumping down onto a table set with burning candles and fine plates and glasses. It makes a loud crash. A woman runs in. She is tall and skinny with liquid light brown eyes that draw you in like a warm river. You know this is your wife in this new life. You love her already. You get up off the ruins of the table and plates and explain you got dizzy and fell over. She tells you to hurry up and get ready. The showing of The Hounds of the Air is going to start in twenty five minutes. You realize, with memories not your own that this is the silent film that live musicians will be playing a score you wrote along to it. You hurry and go.

⤓ Unheard Opus One by Edger Cage