Submerged habitat

Years ago I dreamt about the Netherlands being flooded. More than half the country had been reclaimed by the sea. These visions came to me in recurrent dreams. I wrote e-mails to all major political parties, but none responded. Recently publications reflecting similar visions have been presented to the people. No one wants to believe them. It seems like all want to drown, want to be taken by surprise and be swept away. I do not tell people anymore. Let them drown and remember my words just before their lungs will be filled with water. Let them be crushed by waves so powerful they run off the scales. Let the sea take back in one instant what was for centuries thought to be the property of man. Everything must change within space and time. And everything will. Always. Everywhere. Those who do not comply will die. The map below shows the areas that will be flooded in blue when dunes and / or dykes break:

Journey into other planes

I closed my eyes and looked into he dark behind my eye lids until lights began to dash past me. I was among the stars, rapidly increasing speed until I ended in a realm of light with a bang. There was warmth that penetrated each fiber of my being, flooded by a bright yellow light and a feeling inside me that is beyond the ability of words to describe. I could stay here forever, exist in this unimaginable world until time ceased to be. But the silver cord was not broken yet, so after a while I returned to where I came from. Lying on the bed, I looked at my hand in the dark and after a while it started to dissolve - the contours against the dark sort of pixelated and gradually disappeared. I moved my hand in order to check if this was an illusion, but it wasn't - it remained invisible. I moved my other hand to grab the one that disappeared, but in the space where it was just before nothing was to be felt. Then I got tired and fell asleep.

Limitless illusion

I travel through limitless
illusion without using chemicals,
strong French tobacco and cheap
whisky excluded. Intuition is
my guide, but my destiny keeps
shifting. I have tried staying
on the road, but there were simply
too many turns leading nowhere.
Echos and mirages fill my mind
while space and time fly by.
I feel I am approaching the end
of infinity. I hit the brakes,
but it's too late. I skid beyond
description, awareness and some
dust covered sign marking the end.
In my rear view mirror I see
memories of an illusion slowly fade.
I wait for the end, but something
tells me it will never come.
I look at my watch to see what
time it is, but the hands are gone.
The face says to me: 'you're fucked!'

Previous lives

Today I spoke to someone I met on a poetry site after I posted a rather bizarre piece. We met in a chatbox and she told me I had an interesting aura. I knew that from a friend who had told me some time ago. But she told me that there was blood in my aura, which was quite upsetting. It got even worse when she added that I felt no remorse while I felt I should. The event was supposed to have taken place somewhere in a forest, near a river close to fire. I am incapable at this point to assess whether there is some truth in what she told me of which I was unaware. I guess I will have to travel soon to explore for myself.