The dreams are always the same.
I am hanging on for dear life to the
branch of a big tree in the middle
of a massive hurricane. The force of
the wind and driving rain are trying to
rip me away from the branch.
Far below is a roiling sea of death and
destruction, of all manner imaginable.
I see people fly past me in the
maelstrom, screaming.
I don't really have a terrific grip
on the branch of the tree.
This is based on my real life experience.
In my dream, when the tree is swaying
back and forth, I am sure that this is the end.
When this all happened for real,
I was sure then as well.

by Stephen P. Donahue

a multi-media project