My Blue Sargasso

When my mind is unoccupied with science, it becomes troubled. O, how I yearn for the depth and quiet of the Sargasso Sea. There, I fell in love with the ocean. On a research vessel battered by the mid-Atlantic gyre, beneath constellations without names. Landbound, I’d never seen a sky from horizon to horizon. It’s a remarkable thing, this bubble around us, this little skin against oblivion.

What can I do when the oblivion finds a home within me? Dream of ginseng tea, saltines, and a blue that could swallow me if I let it.

View from the RV Atlantic Explorer

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Nightmare 7/8/2016

I died during a nightmare. It’s never happened before.

One caveat: I almost never dream about myself. Likewise, 99% of my dreams unfold in imaginary places, made-up cities, ruins, worlds. However, last night was different. I dreamed about the A&M campus (where I work), and I was Darcie. So here’s the dream. FYI, this post is a diary entry, not a piece of creative fiction. Hard to tell with me sometimes …

Anyway, I’m about to describe a nightmare, so proceed with caution. No gore. Themes of death. Possibly boring. Bananas are bananas. Etc.