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.

3.3.09

Last night's conglomeration was a strange one:

Upon falling asleep, I "wake up" to find my alternate self looking at a chart, informing me when it's (pride swallowed) safest to eat eggs. My mind doesn't like this dream very much, so it takes me to another place.

I find myself walking into a restaurant/karaoke-bar setting, but the stage usually occupied by the courageous performers is now taken by a group of three or four women, who are performing a taste test. We all are super hungry. The servers give the starved crowd some sort of potato--french fries, potato skins, etc.--which we all down instantly. Next course is chicken tenders or something, and the still-hungry guests attack the servers' hands, gorging themselves with the breaded goodness. I steal three pieces from my sister, who then proceeds to get angry at my shocking rudeness. Blinded by hunger, I retreat to the other side of the room, where there seems to be more chicken. Suddenly, everyone begins to clear out. I leave a nasty note for the rude men next to me. How rude they were to the waitresses...

Suddenly, I am in a back room of some sort, where an after party is being held. This is an after party for a horror movie, three-part, Hannibal-esque film, in which the killer has no face, yet at the end of each movie, a part of his face is conjured up from wherever...anyway, the party was in celebration of his face returning to normal. Needless to say, it was quite ugly.

With me at the party were two friends. I was pretty happy to see them. Elated. Music begins to play, and we start to dance. I get close to one friend...perhaps too close. But the darkness that is the transition to my waking up covers all awkwardness.

I get up to hit the alarm, and I've started my day.