Water and Fire

Before going to sleep, I wrote a quick note in my diary: "All I want to do is to drift away and dream. I need something complicated and meaningful, something that would successively organise my thoughts. And there is much to be organised."

The very beginning is a bit vague. Lots of trees and vast expanses of open, yet relatively shallow water, all covering the place where I grew up. There were four of us, I guess - three women and I. They were obviously more experienced than me and knew the waters well. One of them was Agnieszka, my friend, and she was the person I followed. I was led through the green water full of small round leaves that kept sticking to my skin, making the quest even more exhaustive. The struggle through the waters equalled learning. I fell behind at school. I was to make up for lost time and learn what I was supposed to know a long time before. I was tired and ashamed - the girls saw my far-too-fat calves.
Still wading into the water, I found myself in front of my mother and grandma. I wasn't pleased to see them there. They were sitting in a row and I'm pretty sure there must have been some other - thrid - woman. Grandma asked if learnt to dance. Suddenly, I understood I was completely naked, so curled up in the water to hide. No - I answered, extremely anxious because somewhere behind me, there where my three friends who knew the truth. I knew how to dance, I learnt it but I knew it was a dance my grandma wouldn't like to hear about. I felt like a rebel and had to keep the truth to myself.

Then everything changed. I was on a farm. A lion - a cartoon bipedal leader, a group of childern, their parents and I (or maybe I was the lion?) - we all were standing in a pen. The lion helped people to get through addictions. Everything around us was burning but we were relatively safe. On the other side of the pen, there was Chuck Norris who wanted the lion to change his leadership. In case of disobediece, Norris was to burn the farm down. The lion accepted the proposal immediately. Norris kept his promise and left the farm. Nevertheless, he accidentally set the pen on fire. We were trapped. Parents started running. They knew their children were safe because the lion was immune to flames. They knew he could withstand everything. That wasn't true. In order to survive and save the childern, he had to either devote himself or throw something caloric into the fire. The children started shouting "pick me! pick me! I'm very caloric!" The lion was determined to devote one of the childern. He started running, all of us behind him. And that was the moment I probably realised that I was the lion. I didn't take any of the children. When the flames reached me, I woke up.