A place for dreams.

Dunes of Delusion. (Part one) I feel it, swirling over me; coarse and warm. The wind carries it at a constant flow across my exposed legs and back. A pressure on my chest informs me that I am lying flat down, face slightly tilted to the side. Muffled sounds come to my attention, too distant for me to comprehend. My throat is raw, my mouth parched; I lever my eyelids gradually apart but can not bring my eyes into focus. My myopic vision finally discerns a twisting pattern of particles…sand! Blinking as my mind clears; I pull my half-submerged bulk out of the ground. Looking around, a barren, dune-filled landscape is all that there is to see. The pale light of a setting sun casts an eerie atmosphere upon the land. I become conscious of the breeze beating against my body once again and look down at myself. My chest is bare except for a multitude of discolourations on my skin, my khaki trousers (they don’t deserve to be called that) is a patchwork of holes and I am shoe-less.