The music starts and I can hear the master of
ceremonies. Something is different here, too. "Either this
man will have to escape, learn to fly, or drop two-hundred feet
to his death." I know this voice, it’s the magician;
the MC is Maximillion Vi. "James, you’re
the one," he laughs as he engages the lever which
starts the crane in motion.
"Wait, I know this dream; I don’t
get out. I don’t escape! I fall!" I am frantically
shouting, "No! No! Stop, stop!" But the music becomes
too loud, overpowering my cry for help as the sound of the crane’s
engine kicks in. My ankles are jerked suddenly, and I am hoisted
rapidly into the sky. In a panic, I twist back and forth upside
down, trying to free myself from the restraint. Higher, higher.
Too late, the rope snaps and I am falling, "Aaaagggghhh!!"
Next thing I knew, I hit the bed again with a
thud. My heart still racing – what a nightmare. The images
faded fast before I could piece them together exactly. However,
this time I did remember most of the dream – something to
do with escaping from the straitjacket, falling, and the
magician telling me, "You’re the one."
