A table we would sit at. You would sit across from me and share stories. The table would be at different places sometimes I would be running away or see you walking away. An outside view hovering above this giant world filled with so many houses. A giant pool of water the shape of first as a square expanding to see how far and wise I could go. The limitless expansion I found myself drawing these then zigzag designs around houses that from this view above all looked the same. I would visit to play in this water it was fun jumping down into this pool. I didn't want to be in the ocean it felt cleaner in a pool. These friends that would play in my pool I don't recognize but this woman who showed me a younger version of a niece started pushing me down to the bottom of my pool, and I was frightened at first I could breathe feeling her above me forcing me down I saw I was starting to drown. I kicked her and punched her body with my fist not thinking about if I was hurting her I just wanted to save myself to breathe again. As I felt my body float up to the top of the water these friends I would play with didn't ask what happened but I was screaming and shouting I was drowning and I had to hurt her to save me didn't you see I was drowning? A conviennce store of some sort I saw I was working in helping people buy food and drinks stocking shelves and balancing numbers meeting these people yelling at me for help. The house I then saw I was in was old with hardwood floors was beautiful and the walls were burgundy and white but the shape of a box I didn't feel I fit in. the surrounding rooms all looked the same what was this place this house I was standing in? The bottom of the house I placed a copper pole to hold up this house that was breaking and crumbling. Then this photo I saw a friend of mine with her son I didnt recognize her at first the image was in black in white like an old photo and the little boy hard dark black hair that was drew over his blonde locks but then I was shown to look at there eyes. I saw them in that moment an old photo from who they were a past image in a photo. I just didnt recognize the wig drawn hair. The little boy with so much love when looking at the eyes next to his mothers. I saw myself running to another place outside a small table a little circle top. I waited for a woman to pull up she had a fancy car with a classy flashy look. A man who was with her showed up as I sat there across from her, she spoke but I didn't hear her speak. I looked past her and noticed this shop it was a thrift store but the clothes stood out to me. The rack of clothes that stood out from the window in front read spiritual accessories. These clothes were all different prints some very loud zebra, leopard and polka dots a little bizarre and not my style kind of ugly to be honest. I loved the label that caught my eye but the clothes seemed like costumes I didn't need to wear. This woman in front of me and this man started to lean towards me and looked into my eyes as if he knew me. This woman of beauty and man I didn't really know who was touching my feet and kissed my hands. I felt uncomfortable sitting in the middle of them. He spoke another language somewhat foreign to me but I heard him say at last we meet. This view from above showing me this world I was painting but living seeing in other bodies. They left in this woman's beautiful car together as I started waking up. Was I in the middle of this love? Or am I seeing from these eyes. The table at first we meet as you share stories not from your words but your eyes. © LS