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,
pommissive imagery into the irresistible magma of narrative.
Welcome to episode 62 of Stories from the Borders of Sleep,
a podcast of curious tales created and voiced by your host Seymour Jaclyn.
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So, if you're ready to journey with me, then I shall begin.
The Last Dance by Seymour Jaclyn One sultry afternoon, in high summer, June,
the air began to beat with a pulse just below the range of hearing.
That must have been what woke Oleg from his nap under the shade of the hedge that bordered his land.
The sun beat on the meadow,