I had a dream last night.
I was sitting.
And someone, who’s face I cannot recall, large and bulking approached me.
Visible and verbal aggression advanced.
In human form. Upon two feet. It felt both normal. And alien.
And as if I was bad-ass reincarnated, and as if my life was a movie, I dropped my head slightly. Without, of course, taking my eyes from the menace approaching. Slowly, so slowly, I stood up. And as I stood, even slower I raised my head back up.
Quiet and softly.
But with every ounce of confidence and power I have never felt in life.
Are you sure you want to do that.
Never in my life, imagined or otherwise, have I felt so amazingly in control and sure of myself and my strength, as I did at that moment. In that dream.
I woke from this dream.