of book binding and agility.

It begins in a classroom, with non-descriptive kids all around. They have faces but act as placeholders, I suppose. We are at out desks, trying to do this complex math problem. It involves using a silver mirror positioned above our heads, using a glass globe to refract the light at a specific angle, onto graph paper that has a circle drawn around the x and y axis. The professor is explaining it as if it is the easiest thing in the world to do, yet I cannot come to terms on how to do it. After a while of frustratingly trying to write numbers along the axises, I give up and leave the room. The teacher yells to me that I will fail if I do not complete this problem, and I continue walking.

I am outside in the lawn in front of the school building. A friend of mine asks if I brought the right materials, and I look under my arm and I most certainly did: a beautiful maroon cloth with an intricate design embroidered onto it. I lay it down on the ground, and it stretches out to be about 8 feet by 11. We begin tucking, stretching, tucking, stretching. A bunch of things that don't seem to make sense for this process, but in the end I have a thick, beautiful looking book. This class' professor comes up to me and pats me on the shoulder. I open the book, pleased with myself, and am shocked to find words already written. As I try to focus on what it says, everything fades, and I feel tired.

When I look up from the book, I am sitting in a room, watching my cousin's two 4 year old children. They are running around the room, laughing and playing. Merak, the oldest of the twins, sits on a chair next to me and looks sad. I ask him, "What's wrong buddy?", to which he puts his hand up to his mouth, looks around the room slowly and sighs. He says to me, "I am trying to figure out who I am. What am I?"

at this point I wake up, long enough to roll over a moment and realize I am alone in bed.

I am in a gymnasium, but it is very sterile white. There are two walls really close together, running parallel, padded with soft cushion up along the walls. There is a small gap on the wall to my right. A tall, handsome man walks up to me. He has a large nose, dark eyes and dark hair. He is also wearing a dark grey cotton suit. He begins telling me that the rumors of him telling people to fight with grenades is taking way out of proportion; that what he said was simple a metaphor. He turns around immediately, runs to the end of the parallel walls. "I am working on my own stunts this time around", he says as he runs at a wall, runs along the wall, jumps into a flip and lands gracefully on a stool. I attempt to do the same, but fail at running along the wall. I tell him it is harder for me to do this on this side of the wall, that I am left handed and it would be easier for me to try it on the right wall. He smiles at me and says, "ah, I know this. Thus making the challenge worthwhile." Inspired, I give it a few more goes, but still cannot run along the wall long enough. Frustrated, I lean against the opposite wall and say "dog gone it", where immediately the dark haired man and a red headed woman walk up to me in surprise. The girl said "I didn't know you knew dog speak". The man puts his hand on my heart, smiling again, and tells me "If that is true, you can see things for as they are." Almost sudennly, whenever people start to speak, the words form in front of their mouths as if printed on paper. But even more suddenly, the words stop being what the people are saying, and more tend to describe how they are. One lady has "fish" written in front of her mouth, as water bubbles (that also look as if they are drawn on paper, kind of pasted over the image one may say?) came out of gills on her neck. (also, drawn). Another girl had "cat eyes" in front of her face, and over her actual eyes were drawn cat eyes. Everything was getting brighter, until it faded to white completely.

House on the Hill and the Reboot.

I began approaching a very large mansion built into a lush green hill. The grass around it was tall, up to my knees, and it swayed in the wind. I took a look behind me as I ascended the lawn, only to see a vast sea of grass until the horizon. Dark clouds rolled in from that direction, slowly. I continued up until I reached a patio which had an entrance into the building. The archway was made of marble, the house itself seemed to be built of stone yet was very modern. Smooth, white, and almost castle-like. I entered the hallway and found an elevator that only went down. It was striking because it seemed to be the only metal in the house, these doors and transport.
Upon reaching the bottom floor i noticed it was a very solid bunker, deep below the surface and embedded into the hill. It was here that I encountered Sian, who grabbed me by the wrist and took me to a room full of canned foods and agriculture. A beautiful setup of plants and vegetables growing in this subterranean lair. We ventured through and in the next room was a square television, ten inches all around. We began playing a fighting video game, much like those of Capcom past, yet it had every known character from anything you can imagine (or, that I can imagine, I suppose).
After playing for a while I have to use the restroom, so I tell her I will be back. I get up and head towards the elevator but something catches my eye. I turn to my left and find a room with four horse-sized guinea pigs. Without question I mount one and ride it up a spiraled stone ramp, followed by the other three, which leads me to the exterior of the building. It is now raining slightly, thunder and lightning rolling across the clouds. I notice a very large barn that was not there before and thus go to investigate.
As I get close, the doors swing open and about 10 very large rams charge out. Their horns are magnificently white, as if made of ivory. They begin to charge me and my squad of g-pigs. I try to out manouver them and it works for a moment. Suddenlly, I notice a tall man standing on the upper level of the barn. All I can see is bright white, long, hair flowing from a skinny boney sillohette until lightning flashes, and he is lighten up. Dark grey skin, covered in scars and dirt. He points at me and more rams stampede from the barn. One of them slams into my mount and sends me flying through the air. I crash through a large glass window of the mansion, shards landing all around me as I tumble into what appears to be a dining room. Bloodied and bruised, I realize Sian is still downstairs-

~the sound of my phone awakens me. After some conversation and loving, I go back to sleep~

I am in a firefight. Everybody is dressed in cloths and rags, ranging from white to grey. In fact, everything now seems to be a brighter shade of grey, as if a mix between smoke and snow filled the air. There are two buildings facing each other, both slowly crumbling under the gunfire being shot from both sides. The only way to differentiate whose side I am on is that when I look at somebody who is an ally, they have a small orange triangle above their heads. I am laying on my back behind a small wall on the roof of the building. I have a sniper rifle. I am scared as hell, not knowing why I am here or why this is happening, but I look up and fire when I have the chance. Flat on my back, sit up, shoot, flat on my back, reload, sit up, shoot, flat on my back, reload...this goes on for I don't know how long. The tiny wall that is giving me just enough cover is slowly breaking down around me. Just then I realize I am being swarmed. Five enemies run around the corner and stare down at me. Before I can react, they have all began shooting.

everything is white. A voice asks me if I want to try my life over. If I choose to do so, it will be completely different, and all the consequences that entails. I choose to do so.

I am in a very old building, and I am a child. Maybe 6 years old. There is a boy and a girl that live with me, and a group of adults that have no faces. The building looks as tho it has barely been maintained. the ground is dirty, the wallpaper falling off. For some reason I shift perspective into the other boy (who happens to actually be me, and the girl sian. who the other character I have been so far in the dream is I am not sure, but we shall get back to him.)
We discuss how we must get out of this place. We know the horrible things the grown ups are planning. I grab sians hand and we beg the other boy to come with us, find an exit. He is too frightened tho, confused maybe. We leave him behind, thinking nothing of it, and wander the hallways. We find a wall that looks as if it is falling in on itself. Upon touching it, it ripples like gelatin. We slide on through into a room which wasn't even a room- a void of dark that we fell through for what seemed like ages. When we land, we are back in the old building. There are groups of teenagers drinking and listening to music. At this point, we realize we are also older. Wandering through the building, we find the boy from before, a teenager, long hair, his skin greyed and covered in self made scratches.
At this point my perspective switches back to the original character. I grab the two friends from my past and lead them to what appears to be a closet door. I open the door and many kids are in this small room. I began screaming like a beast, making noises and saying incohearent words. The partyers get freaked out and leave. I bite my nails, look around and tell my friends it is okay to come in. I point at all the writings on the wall. They are in many colors, as if drawn with crayon. Symbols of an eye with upside down random letters; phrases of words that don't make sense; crude drawings of heads exploding; words in foreign languages not of this earth; images of large horned creatures and lightning behind them. I explain that I have been locked in that room by the adults since they day they left. I had no idea where the writings on the wall came from, they had always been there. I drop to my knees and sob, because I see that the boy and girl next to me that were my friends are now faceless figures staring down at me. I scratch a large cut across my chest and fall down, face planting onto the wooden floorboards, inhaling a thick layer of dust.

Golden Field

Lately, I haven't been remembering much of my dreams, but I have been startled awake in most of them and the collar to my shirt is drenched in sweat. It is almost unsettling to not be able to remember what it was that frightened me so. I did remember this little tidbit from a dream the other night tho:

Looking out over a yellow wheat feild, the sky is large and empty. No clouds can be seen, and it is a very soft shade of blue. In the distance there stands a figure completely featureless, black, as if in shadow. I cannot tell if it is a girl or boy, but it is standing there in either a robe or a dress, from what I can gather by the contour. They were just standing there for a long while, when suddenly their left arm raised slowly from their hip, and began to swing it in a steady pace clockwise up and over their head. As it did this, The Sun was rising behind them almost rapidly, and it was ridiculously big. As it rose, the wheat field began to sparkle gold and blow about, swaying almost seductively. The sky went from blue to a soft, warm orange, radiating out from the large golden star as it arose. The figure, as it finished it's hand motion, was now even more indistinguishable, being back-lit to the extreme. A sense of calm came over me, and I fell backwards into the field, engulfed as if being held safely by a thousand arms.

I woke up refreshed and pensive.

Mind Lock

I haven't been dreaming much lately. Maybe it's the bed I've been sleeping in, or even the room. I find myself awake around 8 every day, even if I fell asleep at 5, because the way the sunlight slithers in through the windows onto my eyes directly. Abruptly I am shaken from whatever dream world I was in, not remembering much of anything and feeling disgusted, as if everything in the atmosphere was rotting. An odd sensation, indeed.

What I can recall from last nights mess of dream mush:
- Non specific girl that, in the dream, I have a past with returns "home"
- "Home" is a small abandoned town where some houses are occupied by ghosts of memories, and beasts
- making out with non specific girl until shadow monster starts beating on window
-climbing around the house with ease
-at an outlet mall on the sea, visiting my brother at work
- non specific girl and her friend show up, her friend crying because her father was pulled into the abyss just that morning.
-hug both of them for comfort
-banshee attack petrifies everyone


Then my mother burst in, waking me up to move my car. Unable to fall back asleep, I attempted to reconstruct this dream into something meaningful...but I think my lack of good sleep lately has created a knot in my connection to the other-side.

Authority

I was walking around in a large, open city. It felt like central park almost, skyscrapers all around but where I was there was a lake and a large open field. In the center was a massive cathedral on the lake, as if the water was a form of moat. It was made of marble, beautifully crafted and had a lustrous glare coming off it as the sun began to set behind it. A large bridge led to the huge doors of the church, and there was an endless flow of people slowly walking into it, but never exiting. Along the perimeters of the lake was a very Gothic, black metal fence. I, along with some other people, were shouting at the church, rattling the fence with clenched fists.
"Don't trust them!", we screamed," can't you see nobody returns! Reject the false ideologies, think for yourself!"
A police officer approaches us, and everybody scatters, fleeing in absolute fear. I look him in the eyes as he approaches, noticing that he is hulking and towers above me.
"Young man you run along now."
"Officer I cannot and will not. I have the right to my opinion and I can try to warn these people of what I fear."
He leans down and puts his face in front of mine, getting angrier with each word. "This is America, and you will think the way everyone else does."
I attempt to begin protest, trying to argue the logic of that statement, but he presses further and bears down on me. He is no longer a man but a horrific figure. Still with a mans face, but a hulking mass falling upon me like a waterfall. His words are angry, and his voice sounds as if it is being said through the throats of 30 men, all a different pitch. It vibrates in my head, his demands for me to quit, all the while he falls upon me. I am sinking into the ground, his mass crushing me.
I fight back. I thrust my head upward and clock him in the jaw, which causes him to revert to being a normal, large human being. I get him in a leg lock and he is screaming, but pinned.
I call my mother, telling her I think I am in trouble. I explain the situation to her, and my fear of letting him go because I have assaulted an Officer. In my mind I have two options...I either have to kill this man...this thing...or I let it go, and suffer the penalty. As I try to explain this to my mother over the phone, the words stop coming out of my mouth. I try to speak, but I do not have the energy to exhale, and I find myself drifting off.


I woke up and did not want to move, feeling as exhausted as I had felt that last moment of the dream. It was as if something was holding me down to the bed. I drift back into sleep for about 45 minutes without dreaming, then wake up and started my day.

Dissaproval

We were silly-walking through the city streets, admiring the blueish gray skyscrapers made of concrete. Weeds would pop out random cracks in the sidewalk, and although the city was partially busy, it felt abandoned. I slide down stairs as if they are a smooth surface, and turn around looking up to see you laying on your stomach, sliding down feet first. We laugh.
When you reach the bottom, I offer my hand to help you up. You give me a look, such a look that one gives a person they detest. As if my offer was rude, or disgusting.

I woke up confused this morning.

Of Alien attacks and death.

The setting is a small "village" near the ocean. There is a large, single story metallic bunker in the center, a courtyard between it and the ocean. On the left side (facing out towards the ocean) of the bunker is all the small huts and hovels built crudely by people. Made of old street signs, straw, and brick. On the right side of the bunker is a makeshift marketplace where people trade goods. It is the last settlement on earth, and it really isn't that big. Sian and I are sitting on a log in the courtyard, just under a little porch of the bunker. Ben and Matt are to our left, in the courtyard in fold out chairs, talking about something. We hear the rumbling of engines and look up to see thousands of alien ships menacingly moving across the sky. They fade in and out thru the clouds, but they keep coming. They are purple and sleek, and you can see the engines on the back of them spinning. They leave a light blue trail behind them, but it is softly noticed due to the sheer number of them. It's like a constant blanket of ships, streaking from the right (of mine and her position on the log) to the left of the sky. I grab her hand with both of mine and we continue looking up. There is a sense of dread, like we know this is the end, we are fucked, but really there is nothing to do. Everyone in the encampment is silent as this goes on for a while. Just watching the sky being filled with these ships. Behind us, on the back end of the bunker, way off in the distance we hear a shudder, then a soft "kakoooom". The ground shakes slightly, and people begin murmuring. From the direction the noise came in, dark clouds start covering the sky, slowly rolling in the same path as the ships. Eventually there is no more blue, just dark soot colored blankets of clouds. You can still sort of see the ships. They are far less visible, but you know they are there, still constantly streaking the sky. Then blue beams of light start coming down all around us in the courtyard, like lazer pens, thin and precise, just shooting strait down from the sky. The points where the lights make contact, there are little dog tags on the ground. All over the courtyard are these blue, glowing dog-tags beaming light up to the sky. People in the settlement start rushing to collect them for some reason, and a crowd of people bumps into Sian and I, and we lose our grip on eachother. In the confusion, I lose track of where sian, ben and matt got off to. Then I hear the screams, and dust starts getting kicked up. Suddenly large 8 foot tall beasts come charging into camp. They are hulking things, kind of like short furred apes, standing on two legs, decked out in samurai-like armor. The armor is a dark, green metal, like a forest green, but it had a kind of shine too it. It didn't really shine...but it almost looked liquid like? They would snarl and grunt as they went around killing everyone with large hammers. Some of them were riding lizard-like-horses. The horses were also wearing the same kind of armor, and moved swiftly for something so large. Even more frightening, some of the lizardhorses seemed to have been modified into motorcycles, part machine but still breathing. Large wheels, grunting and pumping out steam. The modified motorcycle things could seat two of the aliens. One would be driving, the other held large plasma canons. They looked like those "air bazookas" but would charge up and launch a green, pulsating liquid that would melt whatever it came into contact with. I watch as they roar thru the encampment, destroying huts and the marketplace, people being brutally bludgeoned or melted or trampled. I look around for them more, avoiding being run over by a motorcycle barely. I turn around and stab the passenger, pull myself into his seat while pushing him off, then stab the driver in the neck through a slit in his armor and take control of the machine beast. I start driving it as fast as I can, realizing that everyone is doomed, I drive off a cliff expecting to die. But I land safely and keep going through this large valley. Everything is darkening cuz the grey clouds still cover the sky. I keep driving into this endless grassy, hilly field, occasionally turning the machine beast back a little to see a shit ton of them following me. I eventually give up, stop the bike, get off and lay down. I see them approach me, close my eyes, and feel my head get stomped into mush in one swift thunk.

I wake up for a moment, then fall right back asleep.


I am laying in the same position I left the dream in. I push myself up and look around me. I am still in the endless field, but the aliens are gone. I feel like I am seeing through a filter, everything is dark and muddy. I look up to see a large, 3 story tall hooded grim reaper like figure, sitting on a large dark horse that is also cloaked and floating a good foot above the ground. They seem to be engulfed in a sort of black fire/smoke kind of thing, it waving in an aura around them. He moves so gracefully as he puts a soft finger on my shoulder, turning me gently around facing back the way I had rode the bike. I see a large number of other figures just like him in the distance, guiding other people. I become compelled and begin walking, the reaper figure by my side most of the time. When he leaves me I don't notice, I am like a moth to a flame. I finally reach this area in the open field with three large glass doors. Behind them are sets of stairs. The one on the left is a white set of stairs that lead down, the one in the middle are also white stairs but the lead up. The third door leads to a purple set of stairs that lead up as well. I try to open the white "up" doors in the middle, but they don't budge, which frustrates and scares me a little. I go towards the door to the "down" stairs, and quickly decide fuck that. On the verge of panicking, I look around. To the left I see what kind of looks like a gas station. I head towards it and as soon as I am inside, the darkness filter kind of goes away and the lighting becomes that of like...inside a chuck-e-cheese almost. It had that kind of atmosphere as well. I wander around inside and people keep coming up to me, introducing themselves. One guy with dark skin, a beard that looks like pubic hair glued on, asks me to trade something with him. I think it was "destinies" or something. I say no thanks and walk away, bumping into a person that is kind of shape shifting between faces. Every face he has kind of looks like someone I have seen before, but never completely because it is constantly in the act of changing. His hair stayed the same shape, a short kinda spikey look, but it would fade from blond to light brown to strawberry blond etc. He is asking me if I want to combine destinies with him. He trys to put bowling shoes in my hand and I say no and knock them to the ground. I apologize but he smiles and says it's okay, turns to the next person that walks in and starts talking to them. I get in line to talk to a woman at a counter, and notice i have a red felt tail wrapped around my waist. When I look up from the tail, I am at the counter. the lady at behind the desk tells me essentially i have to choose hell, or the third door, which leads to what the aliens would want our afterlife to be. I begin looking for sian, or ben, or matt, wanting to discuss the repercussions and philosophies of what the alien race would want our after life to be like. I frantically search all around the station (which I am pretty sure can be called limbo. that's what I felt like it was when I was there) but can't find her or anyone I know, people constantly asking me for this or that.

I wake up, dehydrated, sip some water, fall back asleep.

[This was like a flashback to me and ben fighting the "war" with the aliens, before the first part of the dream] Most of humanity doesn't realize that we are being attacked, since the creatures are only sending in essentially special task forces. scene on beach, ben has a large gun, has to shoulder mount to fire. It is blocky, with a long cylinder nozzle that shoots a blue ray that freezes things. On top of the gun was a clear cylinder that, over time, filled up with light aqua colored crystals. He is firing and freezing the beasts as they head towards us from inland while I point out to him where they are coming from. (by the way this is set around dusk, so the sky is kinda dark blue-purple with hints of red and orange from the sunset over the ocean) We fight our way closer inland, near a road that ramps down to the ocean. We get further along the road and the gun stops working very well. Apparently the crystals in the cylinder form from air molecules, but needs pure sea air to work properly. At this point we are in cover behind a small cement barricade in the street, put there to prevent cars from driving down to the ocean. Ben drops the large gun and pulls out a stick of dynamite and a lighter. Igniting the wick, he hands the dynamite to me and says "Throw it!". I look at him like what the hell why couldn't you just throw it, but then realize fuck I am holding a lit stick of dynamite and toss it over the barricade. There are no aliens there, just a large woman in a beat up old car, bitching at us for making ice sculptures and breaking them all over the beach. The explosive lands under her car and goes off, obliterating her. Ben and I look at each other, and he starts running. I follow him.We keep running until we reach an old boat house. Ben is ahead of me, and he runs into the side door, closes it, and locks me out. I knock on the door and tell him to open it up. He opens a small slot, checks to see if its me, then lets me in. I turn around and try to lock the door but for some reason now there is no lock, so I back away from it, hoping for the best. Inside the warehouse/boathouse, it is large and empty. There are piles of straw on the ground in some spots, but mostly it is slightly damp cement. The walls are made of old, almost rotting wood. The roof is pretty high up, and some metal chains hang down from it, draping like vines in a jungle. We go through the boathouse, and see a set of doors that should be the main entrance, but lead out the side. We open them to find ourselves in a small, fenced off grassy spot that follows the side of the boathouse. On the other side of the fence is another small, fenced off area coming out the back of a house. A cow proceeds to come out of a doggy door in the neighboring area, and I feel nervous. We walk along the side of the boathouse and circle around to see we are on a river. We carefully walk across a small ledge along the riverside of the boathouse, jump across some posts sticking out of the water, jump onto a small raft, jump over to a small speedboat, then make a ten foot jump from that boat to the land, which kind of looks like riverstreet where the boats dock up. I say "damn im good" and ben gives me a thumbs up as he struggles to pull himself up, nearly having missed the last jump.