I was walking fast. I felt like I couldn’t keep up. I wasn’t running from anything but towards something.
My breath was heavy and I had a stitch in my side. Something felt important.
I was wearing plaid pj’s and red fuzzy yarn slippers. I had long hair down to my waist with a few wavy curls and clown makeup on. It wasn’t scary clown makeup but it looked sad.
It was dark and I couldn’t see anything until the next dim streetlight landed on me. I didn’t realize I was in the middle of the street. I was alone so it didn’t matter.
I stop to look around and there are churches lining both sides of the road. Old churches on one side and new churches on the other. I knew I needed to stand and wait.
I looked down at my fuzzy slippers and thought of The Wizard of Oz and clicked my heels three times. Just as I finished all the church bells went off at once. I still stood alone in the middle of the street. I listened.
After they all stopped there was one still chiming. It was chiming something familiar but I don’t remember what it was. I think it must have been a love song. I moved toward that church.
The door was blue and when I touched it I realized it was liquid. I step through and inside I found a maze of liquid mirrors. They reflected my clown face in ripples. As I walked through the maze my shape kept changing. I was tall then short. Old then young. I was a monster and an angel. I alternated between short, long, blonde, red, pink, and blue hair.
The last image I saw…. was just plain me.