My New Pair of Gloves

The first thing that I remember was the prison: a crowded and noise place with people moving all around. Half of the people were guards and half were prisoners. I was neither. The prisoners all cowered from the stern abusive treatment they received from the guards. The commentary in my mind described the scene as a pool of dreaming minds: some were dreaming of power and the others were having nightmares. The center of the prison was open, and the place were I stood was on the third floor. I grabed one of the guards and threw him over the railing and he splattered on the ground. The reason I did that was I wanted to see how people would react. My behavior induced a fury of activity. Guards began running around striking the prisoners. The prisoners shrank further into the corners to avoid being hit. Nobody noticed me. I knew that they couldn't.

Bored, I saw a window and decided it was time to leave. I crawled through the window and found myself in a wooded area next to a lake. It was night. The sky was clear. There was no moon. There were street lights and light came from many of the windows. I had been trying to fly for a long time. And most of my attempts involved flying over water. I have had some success, but not to the extent that I wanted. I seemed to have difficulty control my speed and my direction. Several times I would try to fly up, straight up as fast as I could. Each time I had done that my feeling of flying turned into the feeling of falling and I felt I was being sucked into something. The fear would overcome me and cause the whole scene would disappear as I woke with a start.

I started out over the water with amazing sense of both speed and grace. It felt so right and I felt so easy. The sense of control was perfect. So I turned and went straight up. I could see the stars against the black sky and I was going right for them. The speed became intense, more intense than it had ever been, but I didn't let it stop me. I just kept going faster and faster. And even when the feeling of falling came and got strong I kept going, and kept adding speed. There was this instant which came like a flash, and I thought to myself, "Oh my God, I'm dying." And that had always been the thought that would break the fall and jolt me back. Not this time. I kept going. Faster and faster.

With no thought or intention of my own, I suddenly realized I wasn't moving any more. I was hovering above a large body of water. I knew that I had finally made it. I knew that it was my first time there. I was so happy and so excited. The body of water was endless in all directions and perfectly still. It wasn't dark and it wasn't light. There were no sources of light. If there was a color, it was a grey/green and everything was a shade of that color. There were some rugged mountainous islands in the distance. I heard a soft, gentle voice in my head say, "Put your hands into the water." Hovering above the perfectly still water I simultaneously dipped both hands into the water up to my elboes. When I pulled them out, both hands were covered with some kind of material that made them look like I was wearing long gloves. The voice in my head, said, "Powerful Stength" in Russian.

In the morning I laid in bed for a long time. The tingling in my spine came in waves, and lasted for over an hour. I knew that things were different now. After so many years of trying I had finally made it there. I got dressed and took the train Chrekizovskaya market. It's a giant warehouse turned into a kind of a mall. The tempature inside is such that walking around in a coat is comfortable. Although, since all of the sales people are also wearing coats, it can be hard to know the customers from the sales people. I wandered through the endless isles. Finally I found the a stall with 1000's of gloves. I was looking them over. The sales clerk, an older, plump woman told me to stop touching the gloves. Then she looked at me with a quizzical look and said, "Let me see your hands." I showed her my hands. She looked at my hands, went to the rack and grabbed a pair and handed them to me. "Try these." I put them on and the fit was absolutely perfect. The smooth comfort of soft black leather lined with soft fur. They were perfect. I looked at the price. They were not outrageously expensive. I told the woman I wanted them. The woman said the price wasn't right. The gloves were actually 200 rubles cheaper. So I bought them. I love them. They are the best gloves I've ever owned.