Eautoscopy

Last night I slipped into an introspective dream witness of a strange extracorporeal experience the whole me deconstructed to its raw materials Dead myself was found a bright day and lay nude on a table counter on a top floor balcony of an unknown city I was there, the eyes of a stranger contemplating my naked body my appealing erogenous zones arms and legs leaning on the sides motionless ribs and chest protruding my eyelids shut in serenity, the wooden expression So detached from the soulless body at first I couldn’t clearly recognize the element that linked me to the dream Insignificant who owned the corps before lands of a new perspective are here for me to explore small part of the primal knowledge revealed to me Mystified by compassion and moral obligation for the helpless body does not deserve unprotected to lie under the opal rays of the city sun uncovered to repose in the cold night winds exposed to random spectators’ judgement abandoned, without a soul. Was I the owner of that body? Rushing in agony and the countdown of time Was I there to save my body from unworthy decay? Do I have the power to drag it inside the room? it was a drastic solution as I looked around there onwards, undisturbed, I would organize the next step the certainty of predestination supported by aloof composure Helping hands’ astounding substance a crystal liquid energy in transparent gloves instead of skin repeated attempts to lift up my lifeless body oh I was extremely heavy, impossible to move an overrated effort in an eerie cloud of panic and the gravity a deafening whack then awkward pulls dragging me on the floor There I woke up, as one.