The most epic dream I have had in a while (in case you couldn't tell). This follows the weird dream I had the other night about a weird guy in my house wanting to hurt my nephew (permanently). I asked him to give me 40 minutes with him, since it would be the last time. During that 40 minutes, I called 911, had to wait, and finally got the cops. I don't know what happened to him though.
Summer night. Warm, comfortable...taking the nephew and niece home from playing at the park. It is around 9-10 PM. July 4th. No one is out but us. I hear noise in the sky, loud. I see tons of planes, wondering why there are so many commercial airlines flying together.
Fireworks near where the planes are. Silence. We are mesmerized. For some reason, I snap out of it, realize it's a trick, and take my kids inside. Seconds later, my thoughts are confirmed. Explosions, bullets...the perfect time too...no one would expect anything at night on the 4th.
Wake up to my body's own biological clock. This dream is too epic. Roll over, go to sleep.
I'm suddenly in the neighborhood of my grandparents' house. We are still running, and finally find refuge in my grandparents' house. No one is home. We go upstairs...that's some sort of safe haven...make camp. Soon, more people are there. Two, to be exact. Suddenly, movement is heard from downstairs. The enemy. Downstairs. Waiting. We have a little time before they come upstairs.
Quiet. Silence. I signal for my friend to give me my running shoes. As I switch footwear, someone runs up the stairs, and as she makes it to the top, she is shot multiple times. It's time to leave. We make a b-line to the backyard.
Opening the door, we find an eternal backyard, a field chock full of trees, shrubbery, etc. I'm now running with only one person, someone significant to me. I say we have to run for the trees, and they warn me of what's ahead. 7-9 wolves are running at us. Fighting their own war, I run even faster, and find some thick, tall grass covered by trees to hide in. No one will find me here. No one. I stay there for the whole winter.
I wake up to an alarm clock. No. Not yet. This must finish.
It's now night, in a warm season. My friend A is driving me once again, my ex is in the passenger seat, and someone who I have only just met is sitting next to me. We stop at a convenience store, but no one is there. The towns have been cleared of all inhabitants.
Inside the convenience store, I learn a bit more about the man next to me. He's an interesting fellow, my age...now that I'm used to a life of a nomad/refugee with weaponry, my mind thinks of love again. It's time to move.
On the road, my ex, in a rare show of anger, expresses his distaste for my new friend. I defend him, asking why he is so upset for my finally moving on after years of me being caught up on him, watching him go through a partner or two. He is silent. Driver A tells the ex that I'm right. Ex sits, arms crossed.
We reach our destination, somewhere I've been before (in another dream). Barbed wire fence, troops patroling the inpenetrable boundary. Something of cruciality lay on the other side of this fence. I ask A, because he knows, and seems to be at a mental crossroads.
"What is so important that the enemy stalks the perimeter?" I ask.
"Rescue."
"Rescue?! Why are we standing here?!"
"We have to die to be rescued."
Baffled, I inquire further. This war spans past the mortal world. Apparently, thousands have died just to be guarded in the fortress ahead. A life of running and hiding is really getting old. I already lost my ex and my new pal (somehow)...there's nothing left in this world for me.
I walk on the path that the troops are patrolling. Two of these horrendous beings smile. I'm the most action they've gotten in a while. They take out their weapons and kill me.
I wake up in a bed. I feel new. I still have the same form, but there is no law. No shame. No sin. Just a pre-learned knowledge of the rules of this new place. I look around and find somebody. I ask where I am. He tells me exactly what I wanted to hear. The afterlife.
I go and search for my friend. We can finally explore our options without the pressure of a war. I find him, but he for some reason still hides his sexuality from his roommate. He welcomes my embrace though. Everything is perfect.
That is, until we find out that the war is still on. The troops, after years of trying, have found a way to get through the barrier. They were coming to seize the fortress. Confused, we all ask what's next.
"We don't know what lies ahead. We hoped this day would never come. Unless you want to die at the hands of the enemy again..." I already know what the choice is; the lines for elevators to nowhere are already super long. I get in line.
It's finally my turn. The enemy is climbing onto the fortress, breaching the doorway. This is it. The final leap of faith. I walk into the elevator, turn towards the door. "So what's going to happen?" I ask someone in charge.
"The floor you are standing on is going to disappear, and you will fall. It'll seem like an eternity, and your legs will break, but we're hoping it's worth it. If all works out, there is no way the enemy will find us."
Accepting the fate ahead, I take a breath. Life was good. The afterlife was getting good. I was the last person to make it in, and I was the last person to hop on the elevator to nowhere. The enemy shuffled into the hallways. My guide runs to hold them off. He has sacrificed himself once again for the sake of our survival. I close my eyes. I fall.
Darkness. Fear. Excitement. Numbness.
I am not alive. Yet the feeling is exhilarating. Down. Down. Down. Crack.
My legs are broken.
4.08.2009
Sweeney Has Come to Life
Helloooooooooo!!!
So, I have not been getting much sleep lately. I looked like crap, and I've been studying my brains out, as well as rehearsing a lot for our upcoming production of Sweeney Todd. Needless to say, I needed a break. Well, I found a time when I was [finally] alone and I could go to sleep. I milked that sucka up for all it was worth, setting a new record: a six hour nap.
It's the day before show night, and the cast has gathered once more to practice the final scene, where (SPOILER!!!) Sweeney dies. Well, apparently, someone was a bit upset with the actor who played Sweeney (which would be SO far-fetched, seeing how this guy is fun in real life). So, everything froze, and I guess I remembered something that happened prior to that night. It was S.K., the actress who plays Mrs. Lovett, telling a group of us that she was going to switch the razor for a real one. This way, she could finally kill her sworn enemy, G.R.
I couldn't do it. I was like, "DUDE! He's my roommate! (He's totally not my roommate)." That didn't stop her. I reminded everyone that we technically would be an accessory to a murder if we let her go through with this. No one cared. So, I left the room.
Well, the final scene was going on in me and G.R.'s room, and seeing how I knew what was about to go down, I left. I heard the music come to a climax, and I closed the door of another room. I knew what that meant. I blacked out.
I woke up again, and ran away from the dorm, knowing that the killer had left already to try and make her getaway. The cops were apathetic for some reason, so I used that time to have a meeting in S.K.'s room with the rest of us regarding the next steps.
I wanted to flee. Others wanted to stay. Still others were hitting on me (for some reason). I decided to leave.
I went on the run, guilt-ridden, kind of missing my now dead roommate/co-star. I found a place down in the South (east coast), an underground trailer park of sorts. There I found a former history teacher. Wow. He really let himself go. I can't complain though, so I make do, and make a life in a self-exile in the sewers of the South.
Time to finish my day!
So, I have not been getting much sleep lately. I looked like crap, and I've been studying my brains out, as well as rehearsing a lot for our upcoming production of Sweeney Todd. Needless to say, I needed a break. Well, I found a time when I was [finally] alone and I could go to sleep. I milked that sucka up for all it was worth, setting a new record: a six hour nap.
It's the day before show night, and the cast has gathered once more to practice the final scene, where (SPOILER!!!) Sweeney dies. Well, apparently, someone was a bit upset with the actor who played Sweeney (which would be SO far-fetched, seeing how this guy is fun in real life). So, everything froze, and I guess I remembered something that happened prior to that night. It was S.K., the actress who plays Mrs. Lovett, telling a group of us that she was going to switch the razor for a real one. This way, she could finally kill her sworn enemy, G.R.
I couldn't do it. I was like, "DUDE! He's my roommate! (He's totally not my roommate)." That didn't stop her. I reminded everyone that we technically would be an accessory to a murder if we let her go through with this. No one cared. So, I left the room.
Well, the final scene was going on in me and G.R.'s room, and seeing how I knew what was about to go down, I left. I heard the music come to a climax, and I closed the door of another room. I knew what that meant. I blacked out.
I woke up again, and ran away from the dorm, knowing that the killer had left already to try and make her getaway. The cops were apathetic for some reason, so I used that time to have a meeting in S.K.'s room with the rest of us regarding the next steps.
I wanted to flee. Others wanted to stay. Still others were hitting on me (for some reason). I decided to leave.
I went on the run, guilt-ridden, kind of missing my now dead roommate/co-star. I found a place down in the South (east coast), an underground trailer park of sorts. There I found a former history teacher. Wow. He really let himself go. I can't complain though, so I make do, and make a life in a self-exile in the sewers of the South.
Time to finish my day!
4.02.2009
The Uncooked Chicken Dinner
Winner, winner, chicken dinner. This phrase has been [overused] by my lovely nephew (on suspicion that my sister put him up to it...love you!) and it hadn't crossed my mind for months.
Until this morning.
I wake up at a table with friends (I believe they are my new "big sibs" in the theater group, P, S, J, as well as my "bros," MH, D, T, and MS). We are having a blast at this fancy restaurant (crisp white tablecloths, wine, candlelight...beautiful) when our [attractive] waiter comes to take our order. Everyone gets either salad, soup, or steak. I, however, will have the chicken. This huge piece of tender chicken. Mmmm...It's almost like a chicken steak. That's how big. So the waiter smiles at us and goes off to get our food and we continue discussing whatever is on our minds. Minutes later, the waiter returns with our meals.
He places the salads and soups down. Simple pleasures, look delicious. Then the steaks. My mouth begins to water. Finally, my chicken. Without looking at it, I immediately fall in love with it. There's one small problem: it's completely raw. The waiter does the typical, "Is there anything else I can get for you?" I smile and say, "Nope! Thank you!!" He smiles and walks off. I put my plate to the side, and the group begins to converse.
After a while, I get hungry, and grab my chicken. Almost as if I had forgotten, I am baffled at its rawness. "Guys, my chicken's raw."
"Yeah, we know! We were wondering when you were going to send it back!"
"Here, I'll try to eat it." I took a bite, cautiously, like when you try a steak that is a bit rarer than what you had asked for. I spit it out. Signaling the waiter, I wonder if this would ruin our connection. He says with an eager joy, "What is it, sir?"
"Hey...I hate to be knitpicky, but is there any way you could take this back and just throw it on the grill a bit longer...?"
His electric smile immediately turns into a disappointed frown. He takes my plate and takes it back to the kitchen in a huff. I am in awe. I give my friends a look that says, What did I do? They ignore me. Suddenly, we have a guest. It's someone from my past, someone who I have loose ends with...I just stare at them. They expect me to say hello. I do not. That would be faking. I'm done being fake. Why is that waiter mad at me? Where's my chicken? I'm hung---
I wake up to the sound of cars driving in the rain.
Until this morning.
I wake up at a table with friends (I believe they are my new "big sibs" in the theater group, P, S, J, as well as my "bros," MH, D, T, and MS). We are having a blast at this fancy restaurant (crisp white tablecloths, wine, candlelight...beautiful) when our [attractive] waiter comes to take our order. Everyone gets either salad, soup, or steak. I, however, will have the chicken. This huge piece of tender chicken. Mmmm...It's almost like a chicken steak. That's how big. So the waiter smiles at us and goes off to get our food and we continue discussing whatever is on our minds. Minutes later, the waiter returns with our meals.
He places the salads and soups down. Simple pleasures, look delicious. Then the steaks. My mouth begins to water. Finally, my chicken. Without looking at it, I immediately fall in love with it. There's one small problem: it's completely raw. The waiter does the typical, "Is there anything else I can get for you?" I smile and say, "Nope! Thank you!!" He smiles and walks off. I put my plate to the side, and the group begins to converse.
After a while, I get hungry, and grab my chicken. Almost as if I had forgotten, I am baffled at its rawness. "Guys, my chicken's raw."
"Yeah, we know! We were wondering when you were going to send it back!"
"Here, I'll try to eat it." I took a bite, cautiously, like when you try a steak that is a bit rarer than what you had asked for. I spit it out. Signaling the waiter, I wonder if this would ruin our connection. He says with an eager joy, "What is it, sir?"
"Hey...I hate to be knitpicky, but is there any way you could take this back and just throw it on the grill a bit longer...?"
His electric smile immediately turns into a disappointed frown. He takes my plate and takes it back to the kitchen in a huff. I am in awe. I give my friends a look that says, What did I do? They ignore me. Suddenly, we have a guest. It's someone from my past, someone who I have loose ends with...I just stare at them. They expect me to say hello. I do not. That would be faking. I'm done being fake. Why is that waiter mad at me? Where's my chicken? I'm hung---
I wake up to the sound of cars driving in the rain.
3.27.2009
Dream-cap
Why hello there!
Long time no hear, am I right? Well, forgive me, but I've been pretty dreamless, save for a few dreams here and there. Yeah, it's sad, but you can't really expect to dream much if you (a) have noisy house-mates, (b) are a bit...tipsier than usual, or (c) studying your eyes out, going to bed, getting 2 hours of sleep...=(
But I digest. (What is that from??)
So as I'm sure some/one of you know, I have been having not-so-clean dreams. My love life is not booming...well, it's alive, just not the way I want it to be...I don't give it up that easily...and it's frustrating...but, this is already TMI. ON TO THE DREAMS!
Two Weeks Ago...
I awake in this house, one that has a very modern and familiar nature to it. This is not my house...but I've been in it before. Right now, I'm in the bathroom, a large bathroom, covered in tile, with a hot tub, a GREAT shower, and steam billows everywhere. As I get ready to enjoy the sauna-like conditions, I see someone across the room. They're making advances...oh God...what?! YOU?! Oh HELL no! You have a girlfriend! What are you doing? What the hell?! It's my suitemate, one of my closest friends.
Yeah, sexy dream about someone I consider a brother-type. I told them because I have no shame, and we just laugh about it. It was funny.
Days later during an accidental nap...
Another place I've been before! It's a shopping mall from my past. It's huge, and yet, I never get lost in it. I think this place exists in a middle-eastern country, but I don't know why I've always gotten that impression. This place has everything a large mall would have- movie theater, department stores, coffee shops, handicap-access ramps, fake foliage...the list goes on. This is a really boring day in the mall, so, needless to say, I wake up from it.
Two nights ago...
I am reliving an experience that I had on the day after my birthday: I am watching a musical, Jesus Christ Superstar to be specific. It only lasts 90 minutes, and I'm happy because I'm out by 8:30, and I have SO much work to do. I'm somehow driving a car on campus, which is NOT allowed, and I'm driving towards my current "home." Suddenly I am in a familiar place! This one is crazy: a large field, with a pre-colonial British feel building/castle-ish structure in the distance. There, college kids are. These are the future me's, the people that we look up to. They are eternally in this state, and we visit them, the model students.
I go inside, and I'm suddenly in a bookstore. This is a kid-friendly bookstore, however, as I see my nephew and several other children (possibly from my soccer team that I coach?). My niece was there, but her impatience got her escorted out by my mother. Anyways, I have fun with the kids, and I let them be for a second. My nephew takes charge; the kids love him.
I walk out of the room, and now I'm in a library setting (possibly due to the countless hours I've spent in there the past few weeks), and I see 4-8 people from my acting crew, most of who I like, some who I don't really like as much as the others. Initials? RM, BS, JW, SK, and a couple of more people who I truly have forgotten. I love seeing them, however, I'm on a mission to go get my parents. I think they should leave, as the kids are surely getting ancey. Well, my mother is nowhere to be found, but my dad explains that she is stressed as she's dealing with my niece who just doesn't like it here. My nephew, the sociable stud-of-a-six-year-old, struts out, says goodbye to his uncle Jake, and is off. Stressed, and sad that my family left without a heartfelt goodbye, I go for a drive. I wake up.
Last night...
I wake up in a rainy Charlottesville, but I'm not even sure this is Charlottesville. This is like that place where I went to a cabin once...where was that? Perhaps it's even Blackburg? Who knows? Anyway, today feels like a Saturday or Sunday morning, definitely a weekend. Nothing due, just relaxation. So I'm watching a cable channel movie, and it's really interesting. It has this hot guy in it, and he's just a stud. Gotta love it. Well, the plot of the movie was horribly dirty, not appropriate for this website, and quite frankly, I don't like it that my mind even dreamt it. So we're gonna skip it. The conclusion to the movie...well, we'll get to it.
Continuing, we're driving (me, my friend JH, and two other gal-pals of mine) in our rackety car down whatever street, and along the way, we see a bunch of friends. We wave as we drive by. As we drive, something happens, and break down. This is by far the worst place to break down, but we somehow get through it. We push the car as fast as it would usually travel (brute strength, yes). Somehow, while I'm doing this, I'm still following that amazing and interesting movie. Good lord, he's good looking. I push the car, and it suddenly starts up again. We travel home. I finish the movie, which ends with...the guy...doing...things that shouldn't be on cable TV.
Yeah, I have a dirty mind. I can't help it.
Long time no hear, am I right? Well, forgive me, but I've been pretty dreamless, save for a few dreams here and there. Yeah, it's sad, but you can't really expect to dream much if you (a) have noisy house-mates, (b) are a bit...tipsier than usual, or (c) studying your eyes out, going to bed, getting 2 hours of sleep...=(
But I digest. (What is that from??)
So as I'm sure some/one of you know, I have been having not-so-clean dreams. My love life is not booming...well, it's alive, just not the way I want it to be...I don't give it up that easily...and it's frustrating...but, this is already TMI. ON TO THE DREAMS!
Two Weeks Ago...
I awake in this house, one that has a very modern and familiar nature to it. This is not my house...but I've been in it before. Right now, I'm in the bathroom, a large bathroom, covered in tile, with a hot tub, a GREAT shower, and steam billows everywhere. As I get ready to enjoy the sauna-like conditions, I see someone across the room. They're making advances...oh God...what?! YOU?! Oh HELL no! You have a girlfriend! What are you doing? What the hell?! It's my suitemate, one of my closest friends.
Yeah, sexy dream about someone I consider a brother-type. I told them because I have no shame, and we just laugh about it. It was funny.
Days later during an accidental nap...
Another place I've been before! It's a shopping mall from my past. It's huge, and yet, I never get lost in it. I think this place exists in a middle-eastern country, but I don't know why I've always gotten that impression. This place has everything a large mall would have- movie theater, department stores, coffee shops, handicap-access ramps, fake foliage...the list goes on. This is a really boring day in the mall, so, needless to say, I wake up from it.
Two nights ago...
I am reliving an experience that I had on the day after my birthday: I am watching a musical, Jesus Christ Superstar to be specific. It only lasts 90 minutes, and I'm happy because I'm out by 8:30, and I have SO much work to do. I'm somehow driving a car on campus, which is NOT allowed, and I'm driving towards my current "home." Suddenly I am in a familiar place! This one is crazy: a large field, with a pre-colonial British feel building/castle-ish structure in the distance. There, college kids are. These are the future me's, the people that we look up to. They are eternally in this state, and we visit them, the model students.
I go inside, and I'm suddenly in a bookstore. This is a kid-friendly bookstore, however, as I see my nephew and several other children (possibly from my soccer team that I coach?). My niece was there, but her impatience got her escorted out by my mother. Anyways, I have fun with the kids, and I let them be for a second. My nephew takes charge; the kids love him.
I walk out of the room, and now I'm in a library setting (possibly due to the countless hours I've spent in there the past few weeks), and I see 4-8 people from my acting crew, most of who I like, some who I don't really like as much as the others. Initials? RM, BS, JW, SK, and a couple of more people who I truly have forgotten. I love seeing them, however, I'm on a mission to go get my parents. I think they should leave, as the kids are surely getting ancey. Well, my mother is nowhere to be found, but my dad explains that she is stressed as she's dealing with my niece who just doesn't like it here. My nephew, the sociable stud-of-a-six-year-old, struts out, says goodbye to his uncle Jake, and is off. Stressed, and sad that my family left without a heartfelt goodbye, I go for a drive. I wake up.
Last night...
I wake up in a rainy Charlottesville, but I'm not even sure this is Charlottesville. This is like that place where I went to a cabin once...where was that? Perhaps it's even Blackburg? Who knows? Anyway, today feels like a Saturday or Sunday morning, definitely a weekend. Nothing due, just relaxation. So I'm watching a cable channel movie, and it's really interesting. It has this hot guy in it, and he's just a stud. Gotta love it. Well, the plot of the movie was horribly dirty, not appropriate for this website, and quite frankly, I don't like it that my mind even dreamt it. So we're gonna skip it. The conclusion to the movie...well, we'll get to it.
Continuing, we're driving (me, my friend JH, and two other gal-pals of mine) in our rackety car down whatever street, and along the way, we see a bunch of friends. We wave as we drive by. As we drive, something happens, and break down. This is by far the worst place to break down, but we somehow get through it. We push the car as fast as it would usually travel (brute strength, yes). Somehow, while I'm doing this, I'm still following that amazing and interesting movie. Good lord, he's good looking. I push the car, and it suddenly starts up again. We travel home. I finish the movie, which ends with...the guy...doing...things that shouldn't be on cable TV.
Yeah, I have a dirty mind. I can't help it.
3.10.2009
The Nigerian Happy Birthday
So as some of you may know (I know you're reading...I don't see you...but I know you're out there...) yesterday was my most monumental birthday yet. That's right, I turned...19.
Woot.
Well, after a crazy awesome day with my second family, tons of class, tons of studying, etc...I was bound to have some interesting dreams. I haven't been remembering them these past few days thanks to the re-adjustment to an interrupted sleep pattern/eternal grogginess. But, I closed my eyes...
...I've been here before. In fact, I often retreat here to escape the madness. I am a problem to these people. I am obsessed with this place. I don't belong, and even though they know I could fit in, I can't, due to some deeper meaning. My "guardian" escorts me away from the people I don't belong with in the jungle. Now we're on the beach. I don't want to go back to the real world! She can't make me! I love it on the island!!!
Are you kidding me? It's already morning time? My alarm hasn't gone off yet! I was really enjoying it on the island with my favorite LOST castaways...and I love my guardian, Kate/Evangeline Lilly . Let's go back there!
I'm now somewhere new. Damn. Where am I? Hey! It's my second family! God...we're so much older...not physically, but you can feel that we've aged in some strange way. As I hug and kiss the loves that are the First Year Players, and we catch up, we are seated in the cabaret-like area. Oh God...what's he doing here? The manager at our dining hall...nothing against him, but this is private. Oh well...
Damn! Awake again?! Why am I so sensitive to people shuffling about? Oh well...I shift position...
I awake in the lounge area right next to my room. I am sitting in a chair placed in an odd fashion. I'm facing the wall. I have no peripheral vision. Four men come in my view. They are my housemates...led by my Nigerian pal. They say nothing, but I know what's coming: They're about to sing "Happy Birthday" to me in his native language...Oh God, here it comes!
He begins to count: "1, 2, 3!" The four inhale getting ready to recite their masterpiece, and they---
The horrid beeping of my alarm startles me into waking up. I hop off my bed, hit it with the spite I have against it for ruining my third and final dream...I close my eyes in exhaustion, take a seat at my desk, and blindly scribble down everywhere I had been just hours, minutes, even seconds before.
Woot.
Well, after a crazy awesome day with my second family, tons of class, tons of studying, etc...I was bound to have some interesting dreams. I haven't been remembering them these past few days thanks to the re-adjustment to an interrupted sleep pattern/eternal grogginess. But, I closed my eyes...
...I've been here before. In fact, I often retreat here to escape the madness. I am a problem to these people. I am obsessed with this place. I don't belong, and even though they know I could fit in, I can't, due to some deeper meaning. My "guardian" escorts me away from the people I don't belong with in the jungle. Now we're on the beach. I don't want to go back to the real world! She can't make me! I love it on the island!!!
Are you kidding me? It's already morning time? My alarm hasn't gone off yet! I was really enjoying it on the island with my favorite LOST castaways...and I love my guardian, Kate/Evangeline Lilly . Let's go back there!
I'm now somewhere new. Damn. Where am I? Hey! It's my second family! God...we're so much older...not physically, but you can feel that we've aged in some strange way. As I hug and kiss the loves that are the First Year Players, and we catch up, we are seated in the cabaret-like area. Oh God...what's he doing here? The manager at our dining hall...nothing against him, but this is private. Oh well...
Damn! Awake again?! Why am I so sensitive to people shuffling about? Oh well...I shift position...
I awake in the lounge area right next to my room. I am sitting in a chair placed in an odd fashion. I'm facing the wall. I have no peripheral vision. Four men come in my view. They are my housemates...led by my Nigerian pal. They say nothing, but I know what's coming: They're about to sing "Happy Birthday" to me in his native language...Oh God, here it comes!
He begins to count: "1, 2, 3!" The four inhale getting ready to recite their masterpiece, and they---
The horrid beeping of my alarm startles me into waking up. I hop off my bed, hit it with the spite I have against it for ruining my third and final dream...I close my eyes in exhaustion, take a seat at my desk, and blindly scribble down everywhere I had been just hours, minutes, even seconds before.
3.06.2009
Flying High
Another early night brought an instant loss of consciousness, or so they say.
I am living another ordinary day in a futuristic, more overgrown college campus. It is my college now, however, everything is less touched by man's hand. Vines drape the brick buildings, and everything is opposite. For example, buildings usually on my left in real life are now on my right. The air is fresher, and no cars are in sight. One might think he or she is on another planet.
I walk home from class, taking yet another back way known by few. I suddenly find myself in a workplace. I am with one of my friends...this one is also close to me, though I have no memory of who she was. A blonde caucasian...specific, right? Anyways, she is test-driving a machine that either I invented or I just run. It is like a futuristic helicopter cabin. No wings, no tail. Just a glossy, white shell that fits one. She enters, and I take the control. It is a remote much like that of a model vehicle, and is extremely sensitive to my touch. Finding the perfect balance, I set my friend airborne.
Over our radio-like devices, I hear her excitement. She is in love with the view of the city. We're no longer on campus...I am flying her around the Washington Monument. I'm in awe with the view (I have a bird's eye perspective) and I love what I'm doing. Who knew I could get this far? She is too infatuated with the view, but I feel that she is more infatuated with the one who is flying her. Feeling awkward by this realization, I drop her, and she lands smoothly. I walk home.
It's Sunday. I stop by the dining halls around, too lazy to get real food, but they're all packed. I go home and surrender to the fact that it will be another foodless night.
I wake up, more hungry and exhausted than usual.
I am living another ordinary day in a futuristic, more overgrown college campus. It is my college now, however, everything is less touched by man's hand. Vines drape the brick buildings, and everything is opposite. For example, buildings usually on my left in real life are now on my right. The air is fresher, and no cars are in sight. One might think he or she is on another planet.
I walk home from class, taking yet another back way known by few. I suddenly find myself in a workplace. I am with one of my friends...this one is also close to me, though I have no memory of who she was. A blonde caucasian...specific, right? Anyways, she is test-driving a machine that either I invented or I just run. It is like a futuristic helicopter cabin. No wings, no tail. Just a glossy, white shell that fits one. She enters, and I take the control. It is a remote much like that of a model vehicle, and is extremely sensitive to my touch. Finding the perfect balance, I set my friend airborne.
Over our radio-like devices, I hear her excitement. She is in love with the view of the city. We're no longer on campus...I am flying her around the Washington Monument. I'm in awe with the view (I have a bird's eye perspective) and I love what I'm doing. Who knew I could get this far? She is too infatuated with the view, but I feel that she is more infatuated with the one who is flying her. Feeling awkward by this realization, I drop her, and she lands smoothly. I walk home.
It's Sunday. I stop by the dining halls around, too lazy to get real food, but they're all packed. I go home and surrender to the fact that it will be another foodless night.
I wake up, more hungry and exhausted than usual.
3.05.2009
The Physics TA from Hell
I went to bed early last night upon hearing I would be on babysitting duty for my lovely niece today, and boy...well, I'm sure you can imagine what happened.
I am in the lab again...it's Monday--my birthday--and I have a lovely Physics lab. This is the longest one yet, and she expects us to get it done before 5 o'clock. Unbelievable. As we all toil, moan, and groan, we get the insanely unnecessary, and not Physics-related work done. About an hour and a half into everything, our TA then announces that she will be leaving...NOW. Pissed off beyond anything, we all begin to chatter at her request for us to finish up.
Nearly finished, I stay in the lab to get the grade, when someone comes up to me and asks why I am so frustrated. The answer comes easily: "Well, it's my birthday. I'm stuck in a lab doing God-knows-what...(this is barely related to what we're learning in class!)...and NO ONE wished me a Happy Birthday on Facebook! Apparently disgusted with that last comment, my dream's self-cast extra disappeared.
I find myself outside of the classroom, on a campus not like college's, but in what I feel is an arid part of the country, like Arizona. I've been here before. I then go to one of the school's deans (who coincidentally is my counselor from high school), and I complain to her about how much this TA sucks. She then says she has a meeting. I wait for my TA till 6 PM, at which point my parents magically appear as they have such a habit of doing in my dreams this week (Spring Break's effects perhaps?), and I pass my TA in the hall of the unknown college's Physics building. I then say, "I'm not finished, but that's not my fault, as you left. Here."
Obviously she doesn't respond well to that. She then tells me there's no chance of me getting an A now. I throw the lab report down, and walk out. I have a gig to go to.
I go to the roof of the building, where a small crowd is waiting for me and someone who is really close to me (but I have no idea who this is), and we are now putting on some sort of comedy show. As soon as we're raring to get our first act out, the building begins to shake.
I find myself back in the Physics lab. My TA is now this horribly enchanted witch. I'm fighting alongside a former enemy of mine. We strike the first blow against my Physics TA and---
"Jake...are you awake? Say, "Hi, Uncle Jake!"
"Hi, Uncle Jake..."
My sister and her lovely daughter are now here.
I am in the lab again...it's Monday--my birthday--and I have a lovely Physics lab. This is the longest one yet, and she expects us to get it done before 5 o'clock. Unbelievable. As we all toil, moan, and groan, we get the insanely unnecessary, and not Physics-related work done. About an hour and a half into everything, our TA then announces that she will be leaving...NOW. Pissed off beyond anything, we all begin to chatter at her request for us to finish up.
Nearly finished, I stay in the lab to get the grade, when someone comes up to me and asks why I am so frustrated. The answer comes easily: "Well, it's my birthday. I'm stuck in a lab doing God-knows-what...(this is barely related to what we're learning in class!)...and NO ONE wished me a Happy Birthday on Facebook! Apparently disgusted with that last comment, my dream's self-cast extra disappeared.
I find myself outside of the classroom, on a campus not like college's, but in what I feel is an arid part of the country, like Arizona. I've been here before. I then go to one of the school's deans (who coincidentally is my counselor from high school), and I complain to her about how much this TA sucks. She then says she has a meeting. I wait for my TA till 6 PM, at which point my parents magically appear as they have such a habit of doing in my dreams this week (Spring Break's effects perhaps?), and I pass my TA in the hall of the unknown college's Physics building. I then say, "I'm not finished, but that's not my fault, as you left. Here."
Obviously she doesn't respond well to that. She then tells me there's no chance of me getting an A now. I throw the lab report down, and walk out. I have a gig to go to.
I go to the roof of the building, where a small crowd is waiting for me and someone who is really close to me (but I have no idea who this is), and we are now putting on some sort of comedy show. As soon as we're raring to get our first act out, the building begins to shake.
I find myself back in the Physics lab. My TA is now this horribly enchanted witch. I'm fighting alongside a former enemy of mine. We strike the first blow against my Physics TA and---
"Jake...are you awake? Say, "Hi, Uncle Jake!"
"Hi, Uncle Jake..."
My sister and her lovely daughter are now here.
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