The Red Sea

What is walking?

Are you moving one leg after the other in a perpetual motion?

Are you just jumping from one leg to the other?

Are your muscles contracting and expanding just to move forwards?

Is it the electrical signals the mush we call our brain sends to our ligaments called walking?

Is it the motion? Or the continued action? Or is it even the start of the thought to start walking making what walking actually is?

This dream started with me walking.

I was walking under a moonless red sky. Under my feet black sand. To my right red water. Precisely a red ocean. Those continued waves with black foam and red water set a peaceful night at the beach.

But the walk must go on. So I walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked.

Until I stopped.

I stopped. So I wondered Why. Why did I stop? Why was I even walking in the first place and why did we only just decided to look up.

Above me stood the prettiest sun I've ever looked at. BeutIFuL.

A red sun.

As my looking balls melted I contemplated. Why is red such a nice color. It's almost like water. A pity that ain't red.

Oh but it was. It was plenty red. Red with black foam. Those intense waves make such odd looking black foam. It looked nice against the dark sand. It blended into it even.

I looked to the sand. I decided to make a sand castle. Then I would build the deepest trench ever.

My castle was legendary. Great walls. Huge town hall and majestic tower. All that was missing was the trench.

The digging begun. I started near the back of the castle wall. I don't know how to measure but I could fit both my legs up to my waist in the trench. Next was the side and finally the gate.

The gate was my favorite part since I made a bridge before hand.

Sadly before I could finish my magnificent castle a huge wave came crashing down upon my magnum opus.

Hours if not a day of work crumbled before my eyes.

I was pissed so I thrashed about my ruined castle. Stomping and punching the ruins.

I got out of the trench and went to the water to rinse myself.

Surprisingly cold it was refreshing. I dived. A couple rocks and the occasional sand cloud nothing much.

I went and sat down at the bottom and contemplated. This water was salty it made my eyes itch. So I got out.

Then I continued walking. So I walked and walked and walked and walked.

This time I saw a palma it had coconuts blue and purple coconuts.

I naturally climbed the tree and got me some coconuts. But I wondered which was better blue or purple?

I looked at the ground and most of the dead coconuts were purple so the blue ones must the ripe one.

I smashed the blue coconut with the purple one. Sadly the purple one cracked fist. It seemed to have liquid but I wanted to try the blue one first.

I stood up and looked around for a rock. I did not find one only more black sand.

So I tried to smash the coconut one more time. I succeeded but my purple coconut perished. My condolences mr coconut is a giant nut which if you eat too much you get very fat the giant nut is a very good but the delicious nut is nut a nut is a koko fruit it's a koko fruit from the koko palm family.

As I drunk the delicious but odd taste of the the koko fruit, I laid down on the sand that had a nice cool feeling.

So I looked up to the pREtY red sky with its red sun and blue clouds I started to driff off into sleep…

Slowly but….surely