{"id":1775,"date":"2006-04-15T11:52:27","date_gmt":"2006-04-15T17:52:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/dreams\/over-my-head\/"},"modified":"2006-04-15T11:52:27","modified_gmt":"2006-04-15T17:52:27","slug":"over-my-head","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/dreams\/over-my-head\/","title":{"rendered":"over my head"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote class=\"mine\"><p>I was crawling around in some bright space that prevented me from standing up. A radio was playing a motivational speaker who had been breathlessly talking about facing our fears. Someone mentioned the short lives of moths and I thought &#8220;we don&#8217;t know the fate of every moth &#8212; there must be some that live longer than others and they would pass that longevity on to their descendants.&#8221; I crawled forward and found myself stuck like in a rose bush. I crawled backwards and tore myself free from this minor trap. Now I realized that I was in an area deep with dried leaves almost over my head. &#8220;Well,&#8221; I thought, &#8220;at least I came prepared,&#8221; thinking of my long sleeves and pants. As I struggled, the leaves around me settled and in front of me the upper part of a reclining body was revealed: it was the skull and upper torso of a mummified or dessicated person only shiny brown like leather or jerky. I knew I was in trouble and woke up. <span class=\"sig\">mjh<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was crawling around in some bright space that prevented me from standing up. A radio was playing a motivational speaker who had been breathlessly talking about facing our fears. Someone mentioned the short lives of moths and I thought &#8220;we don&#8217;t know the fate of every moth &#8212; there must be some that live &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/dreams\/over-my-head\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">over my head<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[22],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1775","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-dreams"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1775","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1775"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1775\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1775"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1775"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edgewiseblog.com\/mjh\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1775"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}