Free-Falling Poem by Nika McGuin

Oh, I see the great Daniel has put a couple of comments here! I read it with interest and found it guite wonderful. Top score!

I remembered something about my dreams long ago. I used to have what seemed to be sudden dreams of falling - just like you I was aware of no hand holds which just increased my panic, I used to wave my hands around as if they were wings and that desperate gesture would wake me up. I wonder why we have dreams of falling? In my case, why did they stop when I got older? Reading your poem was like a guided tour through what used to be a terrifying experience.I looked up the word APHOTIC but it wasn't in my dictionary? A technical word?

You rescued yourself with your wake up call! At first I thought the way to cope with these dreams was to surrender to them and go with the flow. But it's not a flow, it's a flood. And theere's the danger of being psychologically overwhelmed. These are not the benign dreams I assumed. There is something out of control in them, as if they will make you crash into things. So your WAKE UP call rescued your readers too.