Posted on August 7, 2017 by
A Faraway Place
Last night I traveled to a faraway place, a place I had never been before and yet familiar, except this time it was at high speed.
Buildings and street corners passed me by at great speed, supermarkets and shoppers going about their business at 100 miles per hour.
Thing was, I didn’t or couldn’t make out if I was passing them or they were passing me as I didn’t seem to be in a vehicle of any kind!
Huge buildings towered over me and seemed to be coming closer and closer. I could hear someone shouting but couldn’t make the voice out and then …
It stopped as suddenly as it started and I was in a field full of raspberry bushes. I found myself explaining to someone my surroundings, which seemed to change every second.
One minute I was in a field, the next walking by a riverside, then in a…
