Somewhere between waking and sleeping on our journey towards the unfathomable deep,
there comes a thin moment where we have one foot in the waking world and the other is in that other world where we relinquish conscious control.
Pausing here and straddled between two planets that drive one another like gears,
the attentive traveler will notice a narrow door only wide enough to sidle through.
This is the border of sleep, where imagination and reality are braided together,
a chasm in the crust of consciousness,
venting the hot pumice of imagery into the irresistible magma of narrative.
Welcome to episode 30 of Stories from the Borders of Sleep,
a weekly podcast of curious tales from bordersofsleep.com featuring original stories by your host,
Seymour Jackman.
Visit bordersofsleep.com for more information or to leave us some feedback.
Artwork is by Robin Traynor, production by Tim Wiles,
and the soundtrack for this week's episode comes from the album Honey from the Thorn by Tim Raybourne,
and also from the Black Dragon by Canconie.
These are Both available from magnitune.com so if you are ready to journey with me,
then I shall begin.
Cantatal in Taberna by Seymour the tavern had a low door because of its antiquity,
built for malnourished and stunted peasantry to take refuge from the working day.
I stooped under the lintel and followed two rough steps down into the room,
beyond removing my jacket, which bore the logo of my employer all too conspicuously.