Space Angst
My girlfriend has, for reasons unknown, decided to shoot me into space using a large metal pipe and various elements from a coffee machine that she bought at a market.
She orders me into the pipe and then insist that I bring as many cameras as possible. They dangle around my neck like a really heavy burden, and I can’t imagine being able to use any of them as my body cannonballs through the sky. I’m also quite worried about protection – I’m only wearing ordinary clothes. I am unable to speak, my eyes go all wet and runny, and all I really need is a hat or a helmet or a simple cowl. I am also totally paralyzed by the thought of going into space with no way of returning to earth safely.
Just before takeoff I wake up. Thank heavens.
this story came from a dream and a glimpse ° no thoughts