The ever icy wind whips through your hair as you tumble ever more.
A thousand screaming children roaring in your ears.
Your stomach has been left hundreds of feet above you.
Now you start to feel like you are slowing,
Even though you just keep going.
On and on and down you go,
When you will stop time only knows!
The wind now tickles and kisses you skin.
The sun beats down on you back,
Leaving you toasty warm.
You wonder when it is going to end.
You see the end, it's coming near.
Seconds become feet, closer to the stop.
Your coming close you can feel it on the tip of your nose,
And.... POP!
The dream has ended or has just begun.
Either way all you know is that it was one hell of a ride.
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