Dancing with the Dead
Dancing with the Dead by Sylvana SilverWitch I am dreaming, I am in a dark room, I am afraid - but I move through the doorway anyway. Suddenly I am on a freeway, on the center-line, cars speeding past me on both sides. The wind rushes in my ears, whipping my hair around; I feel dizzy, as if I'm going to fall into the path of the traffic. I see my lover walking down the middle of the other side of the freeway, his long dark curls flying in the wind. He looks far away, but he's not really. I scream at him, trying to be heard over the sound of the traffic. I scream and scream for him, but he is careening, on first one foot and then the other, dancing in front of the cars. He looks so pale and beautiful in the moonlight. Some of the cars pass through him, as if he's not real. I find I am screaming, "But you are real! I love you! Please come to me! Get out of the traffic! Please!" I hear the screech of tires on pavement, as a car swerves to miss hi...