Running With Urgency

 I started from a dream this morning, my heart pounding. We were running. It was a race. It was mostly women. We were running downhill and underground. It got easier the further we went. There were strange corners. There was the place where the black woman lawyer showed her underground club. And then we were running again.

It started with an monitoring system that had been taken over. We had to install the last two pipes in a place where they'd been formerly, but we couldn't. One broken, and I wasn't listened to. The monitoring system had been slowly taken over by someone for a very long time. This was the last one, and one of the tube broke during installation. They were long things with cups at the end. The cups were glass. They were wrapped in a foil for installation. One broke. We argued, and then we had to run. At first there will only women, although a friend who might have been David Raikow was there. Soren too.

We ran along the freeway. It was both a dash and a marathon. Some dropped out or we were separated, but we were trying to meet up again. I was sure we'd re-meet.

We ran underground. There were stairs that fell at insanely steep rates. I kept going faster. The more I ran, the more my endurance increased. The insanely steep stairs became less steep, and then we hit the floor of the tunnel again. We had a turn and many were lost. We kept going and more joined in.


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