Sleep Stories

Chaotic Space Peace

2011-05-18T23:10:00.000-07:00

We're going to space! It is the space shuttle Discovery's final mission, and we are part of the many members embarking on it. It's a short mission, and one that will end in chaos. We are trained to eject from the spacecraft in pairs, to fall into earth's ocean upon our return. the day has come, and we take our seats. Excitement flows throughout our bodies, and through again. We can only look up, high into the sky, and out into space where our destination awaits us. I breath. I prepare. I focus. Everything goes silent moments before take-off. There we together find that chaotic peace just before something really big is about to unfold before you. And such a thing did unfold, as the thrusters ignited, and we found ourselves accelerating away from this confining planet, and up, up, and away into the great majesty that is space. The journey is shaky, but short. Within minutes we the boosters are dropped to the earth's surface, and we are soaring freely in the sky above; rather, the space above, no longer ahead of us, but now here with us, here with me. Me, in space, a child's dream fulfilled in the young man that I am. A dream, complete. I am whole. I am new. I am real. I am perfection. Caught in peaceful suspension in a place of supreme beauty, we float, and I take my first gaze out the small window I find nearest myself. My breath is stolen, and I am frozen. A similar, silent chaotic peace floods through my veins, rushing to bring serenity to my bones. This is the truest form of enlightenment. Right here, right now, in this moment, I am truly alive. My suspended consciousness is interrupted by a thrusting of the engines beneath us. A violent shaking ravages the cabin as we strap ourselves back into out seats. The mission has all too quickly come to an end, and it now time for our return to our prison of a planet we call Earth. Every time the boosters kick in, I grab tightly at the chair as the atmosphere grows extreme with intensity. They thrust us back in the direction of our dirty sphere, turning on, then off. Then on. Then off. On. Off. On. Off. On. And at the end of the final boost, we plummet through the fiery atmosphere at lightning speeds, without catching a break. No time to breath. We dive, dive, dive...until we decide it is time. Time to pull the lever. With a quick glance at my partner, we pull without reluctance and instantly find ourselves flying through the air. We are meant to land in the ocean water, close to the shore. Most of the others do just that, without fail. But not us, not I. I am headed straight for the concrete wall, right where it meets the water. I know I'm not going to be ok. As this realization makes its home in my mind, my head hits a side rail above the wall, and my body smashes against the concrete. My body is broken into two, a headless, lifeless body, which falls to the floor of the ocean, and a head, rolling up onto the sidewalk. I am not dead. I am still conscious. I watch as my crew mates gather themselves and leave for land. I watch as I am left alone to die. Life slowly escapes me, and I fade into the darkness. A final chaotic peace joins me in this new journey, and I am gone. It has been a good day.

Electric Fight Balloon

2010-08-31T19:51:00.000-07:00

Rampage. This guy is frightening us all with his mighty anger. He is huge, the size of three men, muscles bulging and tough as a rock. Who is he looking for? He rages and flails about on the roadway and as a mere man approaches him to try to help ease the situation, the beast disregards the man's soft words and swings his giant arm in the man's direction. Just before his clenched fist makes contact with the head of the same size, a monster truck is generated and brought into reality out of thin air, growing from his hand and releasing in a split second. And instead of getting his head pounded in, the man is hit head on by the large truck, and his body is broken into pieces, some of him on the grill and front portion of the vehicle, and the rest on the roof, stuck there.
We must go. He's going to catch us. Let's go, Let's go, Let's go! Friends, maybe family, and I are in a van, which moments ago was a truck that just smashed some guy to bits. We are driving, constantly accelerating, for they may be on to us. We aren't even entirely sure shy these men want to chase us down, but we know they are bad, and will show no mercy if they get their hands on us. So down the road we go, away from all the people, onto some large roadway passing between two forests. Have we lost them? We can feel them breathing down our necks. Where are they going to attack from? What is their next move? ... "They don't have too many options at this point." says the driver. I beg to differ, "No, expect anything, they could do-" SLAM! Something on the roof! What is that? A big circular thing has attached itself to the center of the van's roof, but exactly what it is no one could tell. We wonder for a few moments or so, when suddenly it shoots out of the object up high into the air above, a ballon. They are turning the van into a giant hot-air balloon. Behind the tree-line on both sides of us, we see them rising in their own balloons, smiling devilishly in our direction. We all fly high into the sky unknowing where we are going to eventually land. Even they seem to not know exactly how this is going to work. We are tossed about by the wind for a good while, and we finally find ourselves over a large open field with a few very tall power lines running through it. We crash into the one of these lines, and everyone is thrown off the van, and into the open air, but luckily everyone grabs a part of the line or the power structure, and isn't electrocuted. The enemy, however, crash lands on the ground a few hundred feet off. It is dark now, and fear is taking its place in all of us. I get to the ground very quickly, while everyone else is having a hard time getting untangled and recovering from the impact. I must keep them safe. I must ward off these evil bastards before they reach my friends. They are walking steadily in our direction. I find a metal object, fit enough for a weapon. One of the two large men after us is nearby, but walking away from me, his back turned. I don't waste a second, and make my way to him, and jab the metal into his back. His shirtless body is extremely tough though, and I can't get it in very far, not more than a centimeter, so I drag it across to inflict as much damage as I can, when he turns around and smiles (though you can tell pain was definitely searing though his body). I run far away, toward my friends. He chases me, but at a much slower pace. And suddenly, not one, not two, but something like 8 vehicles show up with people we know in them, practically an army of young men and women who could put up a good fight against these giant men. They are scared, and it takes no more than a little bit of threatening before the two foes have disappeared into the night. They help us retrieve our friends from the power lines, and we feel very secure in the presence of each other, looking out for and caring for each other. All smiles, and we pack up and drive into the night and continue on our journey.

Fire Teeth

2010-08-13T00:03:00.000-07:00

The end of the world? Might Earth turn into a raging fireball at any second? Scientists are saying that this will simply pass. It is the closest our world has ever come to the sun, orbiting strangely like this every hundreds or thousands of years. Mankind, us, I, wake up one morning to the most powerful, bright spectacle our generation of humans will ever see. The sun. We are thousands of miles closer, and the great ball of fire familiar to our sky has increased its apparent size by hundreds of times, filling a large portion of the sky, much more orange in color, with frizzling edges, perfectly round in nature. It shines with great magnitude, proving its eminence over the creatures of the earth. Some are afraid, and some claim to be trusting, trusting in the words of the authorities and the experts, that all will be well and that earth will return to its usual orbit in a short time. I don't believe them. I think it's probably just something they are saying to keep the poor humans calm and hopeful, although imminent doom is upon us all. I keep this notion to myself. We are on the move, driving down the freeway in a few small cars, each packed full of people. There is great hustle and bustle in the car I am riding in, arguments and loud conversations flying through the air, sucking up all the oxygen. It feels claustrophobic, but we are out and in the open air in no time. Walking down the street, I feel something strange in my mouth. My tooth is loose. My tooth is out! Detached from its home in the gums of my mouth. More teeth are quickly becoming loose, and one by one a few more teeth come right out of their sockets. And next thing I know, half my teeth are swishing around in my mouth! I spit them out and show the person with me. We are both shocked. What could this mean? What is happening here? Does this have anything at all to do with the sun and our unusual orbit as of late? There is found no explanation, no reason is discovered. The answers remain hidden. We are lost. Lost beings on a doomed planet. Teethless.

Darkness

2010-05-04T02:59:00.000-07:00

Darkness. Despair. Fear. Cold. Atmosphere of absolute evil. Therewithin I am, alone and alone. I pace up and down the dark streets where I find nothing but sad people anticipating some fearful approach of evil, and straight cold darkness. We can feel it in our very beings, eating at the core of our souls, tearing us down and reducing us to worthless creatures, breathing but not living. Chain link fences follow the inner city road, lined with black covering, and the apartment buildings are void of light. No cars are to be seen or heard. No motion. Everything is dead, quiet, still, silent. I find slight comfort in a holy gathering inside a structure nearby, but even this does not live long. A strange old couple, whose presence feels as that of demons, come and join our meeting, staging a front to disguise themselves of their nature. I knew it though. Oh, how I felt it. That deep dark damned evil oozing out of their pores, their eyes. I had to leave. I had to find her. She is my only light in this place. Where is she. Here I am pacing the street again, wandering aimlessly, in hopes that if I could just get close enough, I might feel the light emanating from her soul. Up and down, up and down, down and up the God-forsaken roads I wander, when I catch it. A glimpse of purity, of calm, of comfort. It is hidden, under the arm of this man. He is merely trying to care for her, to keep her warm, to act as a shield against the darkness, but without delay or hesitation, I snatch her away from his care, and into my own. I hold her close, and closer still. She is now mine, and I will keep her here so very close to me. I won't let go. The darkness may be swallowing the world whole all around us, but it cannot touch this.

10,000'

2010-04-23T01:51:00.000-07:00

We're here! We are finally here! We are at Disneyworld, atop the peak of a very high, cold mountain. We park in the lot on the other side of the street, requiring us to use the hand zip-rail mechanism to cross high above the road to the other side. It's her and I, but not the her it should be. It is another. What am I doing here with her? Why have I come alone to such a place with the wrong girl? My emotions are scrambled, and my thoughts more so. We have a wonderful day and are now leaving when she turns to me and says, "How could you ask both of us to be yours? What is wrong with you?" I don't remember doing this, and how could I have? That's not an easy mistake to make. Anger and confusion and frustration set in and flood the atmosphere with such intensity. What have I done. There she is, confused and frustrated, with the most pitiful look on her face. The initial she is gone, fled perhaps, out of our sight, and the right remains, with me, ready to embark on a crazy journey down the mountain. This place is somewhere in the middle of a steep, soaring mountain range, somewhere far removed and desolate, besides the famed theme park at its highest heights. Mountains everywhere you look, the most jagged edges, nothing is smooth, all is rock with patches of snow here and there. We drive down the mountain, at speeds way too high, cutting the dangerous corners so very close to the edge. The road is a single lane for both directions, unpaved and right on the edge, thousands of feet to the base, no guardrails. Yet I drive on, at high speed, as if I have no control or ability to slow or stop, sliding left and right and inching further over the cliff with every turn, barely dodging oncoming traffic. Down and down we go, as dangerously as possible, until it happens. Our fearful imagination comes true, we are over the edge. We jump out of the vehicle as it happens, and before flying over into the darkness, we catch the edge of the cliff, with the slightest grip. Fear. Intense, life-threatening fear. If I lose this shallow grip, I am gone. She is just a few feet up, struggling as well. I scream to her, we can get out of this, we can make it through if we work together, we must pull through. Much struggle endures for 10 minutes, but what felt like a small eternity, before I finally get a chance to push her up to safety. But I feel weaker and on the brink now more than ever. She comes to my rescue without wasting any time, and I am pulled up to be with her again. Safe. Sound. Still. Alive. Two faceless others arrive on the scene. They check our status, and seeing that we are well, come up with the most unlikely idea. Jump. Let's jump. Oh the thrill. We agree. And before we really understand what we're doing, the bliss of adventure takes us all, four in total, over the edge in unison. We occasionally bounce upon the jagged cliff. I hold her hand, her face, her body. Love and thrill overtakes us and perfect joy is produced as we sing, smiling, falling, loving, all the way to the bottom. Ten thousand feet.

Lust

2010-04-15T15:20:00.000-07:00

I want that. I need that. I have it. Well, my dad has it. I didn't see that happening, but it is, and I accept that. The Apple iPad. This huge mall-like structure has it all: the biggest starbucks that stretches for eternity, a giant costco-like store with more fruit than any can imagine, and Apple products on every corner. She is here, with me, by my side as I wander in a daze in sheer amazement of my glorious surroundings. I'm somewhat expecting a faraway friend's visit, but not fully, when she appears and quickly comes up to me with the hugest expression on her face. It is so good to see her again, in person. But there is a problem. The new device we just purchased is broken, and not only that, it is lost, left behind, probably forgotten for a moment when visiting the land of eternal coffee. We return with haste, and there she is, already there, iPad in hand, fiddling with the various features as much as the limited electronics could perform. I hesitate to allow this to go on, and snatch it away with extreme caution. There is a fight, but not between us, no in the least, but between two men on the far side of the shopping center. Everyone is gathering, I must be there, with this device in hand, before the match may commence. We all rush once more all the way there, and we arrive, ready as ever, only to find the officials confused and demanding some sort of prerequisite. We all stand and wait in disappointment. When will it begin? Who will win? Will any serious injury ensue? Will we ever know?

Double

2010-03-20T02:34:00.000-07:00

Sitting on a couch in a room full of people I love, I get a phone call. "Heyyyy!" The weird thing is, you're right here, not on the phone. Oh, it's simply your other self. You see, one version of you is here, with me in this state, lovely, beautiful, brunette you, and the other version is there, miles upon miles across the way, curls, blonde, crazy. Here you queries as to who is on the line, and I answer, "It's your other self." You're eyes become instantly ecstatic with excitement as you gesture desire to use the phone, to have the chance to speak to this other you far, far away. I withhold. You persevere. I drift into another world watching you and only you so closely as you look my way and smile in playful cheer. I'm taken to another place, a place of utter joy and love, love for all that is you. I see your face, your eyes, and into your soul. In this moment, there is perfect peace, silence of the mind. There is only you.

Foreign Cloud

2010-03-18T02:45:00.000-07:00

Recollect. Recall. Remember.

Island life: water all around, shallow seas surrounding on all sides, the people crowding the landscape (and extra shallow waterscape) that remains untouched, unaltered from its natural state of harsh jagged rock and slimy colorful wildlife. Another contextually usual day on this neighborhood-sized island. The mainland, of course, is just a short distance away, with its towering skyscrapers and bustling city. The clouds in the sky are beautiful and few. And the day is windless, bright, and just right. A sudden commotion, such a terrible uproar. All the inhabitants rise in unison and face the same direction, pointing their view to the city, or rather, just above the city. A giant, dark, odd-shaped cloud came slowly down and stopped right over the highest high-rise. The bright sky darkened, clouds rolled in from all sides, people silenced in horror, as the darkest, largest cloud sifted away into the atmosphere to reveal a huge ship, a spaceship, something never before seen by any man. They were here, arriving with such fear in their wake. Why have they come? From where do they hail? What do they want? The nearby military base quickly informs us that it is in fact an alien life form, something nonhuman, who have come to confer with the government of the earth. Not just America, but the planet as a whole. Our wild human imaginations create so many postulations and notions as to their reasons, their appearance, etc. But these things may never be known. The circular craft simply remains still in its place, in a position as to suggest certain superiority of race over humanity. A tractor beam shoots down from the central core, down into the city, but nothing appears to move between the ship and the earth. All stand watching in fearful curiosity of what events are about to unfold. Suddenly I am filled with knowledge. Knowledge about human origins, the purpose of our creation, and why the extraterrestrials have come at this time. We are a byproduct of the visitors, who are in fact not visitors at all. They were on earth originally, and created us in an experimental attempt to create a better race, to see what we in this form could achieve. They found our technology more advanced than expected, and are quite proud of humanity as a whole. They have been living far above the earth, though not light-years away. Just beyond the atmosphere, but invisible to human eyes or instruments. It was time for a check-up. As this and more was all flooding into my mind, the sky began to brighten again and the spacecraft accelerated upward until it was no longer visible, leaving dark clouds and fear behind. Why had this revelation occurred to me? Had everyone else present experienced the same? What do we do now? These questions remained unanswered as the next events took their place. All attention was still slightly diverted in the direction of the city when I caught a glimpse of something peculiar in the water. A small boat, no bigger than the size of a toy slowly approached, a video camera hanging from its front, watching our every move. It came very close, to a point at which I could then see that there was not only the camera, but another object attached as well. A rocket? A miniature missile? Surely this is just some modern technical toy of some kind. An uproar rising from the voices of the people again, and without warning and out of nowhere, there are similar boats in all directions, but much much larger and without the camera, all silently aimed in the direction of our small island, our homes, our people. Without skipping a beat, the missiles fired, and chaos took over. Instant destruction and death everywhere. Direct explosive contact with houses and humans in every direction. And it was all over within but a second. I remained as a survivor, but I knew there was little time to lose before the next wave would be coming. Why is this happening? Why the sudden destruction? Such overwhelming thoughts bearing down on my mind amidst the chaos. The little boy near me I grab and start running with all my might. He had lost his two parents and sister just moments ago. We run and dive into the nearby sea, swimming with all our might to get away from the small island, our home. We swim off into a dream with no end, a story that has never been told, into a life that never was.

Stone Ruins

2009-04-12T01:39:00.001-07:00

Down, down the swerving mountainside we ride, handlebars grasped tight. I fear, "We're going a little too fast, man!" But he continues to ride his bike ahead of me, several hundred feet in front. SHOOM! BAM! ...CRASH! Just in front of myself a car drives from hidden beyond the next bend across and through the guardrail of the corner I am approaching, and drops helplessly over the edge. !!! I coast quickly to the corner, the cliff. My friend stops in his tracks and flips over the handlebars; I'm too blown away to really notice. When I peer over the edge of the cliff, I find a old bridge structure, ruins really, with large stone pillars. The ill-fated vehicle had driven off and straight into one of these two standing pillars, the rear sticking outward towards me, the front completely in the partially-crumbled pillar. Other vehicles have more minor damage around the scene, and a few people seem to be OK and making their way to the pillared car. I make my way down the site, and attempt to offer any assistance possible. I walk behind the wall, made up in part by the large pillars, and hear voices, "You need to leave." "This is none of your business." "Get out of here!" A gunshot is fired in my direction and hits some of the stones near my head. I duck in cover and wonder what in the world is the deal. I use my cellular phone as a weapon, a feature I had never previously discovered. I retrieve a shotgun from a fallen pursuer. At this point, my only chance for survival is to take them all out, at least until they give up. I breathe. It may be last. I breathe. A window is above my head, and the enemy is just on the other side. I take a breath. Quickly I stand up and smash through the window with the butt of the shotgun into the face of the first man I saw, glass slicing his face, his eyes, his head. One down for the count. I instantly go for the next guy, smashing the gun into his face as well with great success. It appears I've taken out 2 of 3 men who are still out to get me, the third right there next to them. He is frightened and I continue to utilize my element of surprise to my advantage. He fires his weapon, and luckily, misses. I retaliate hastily and smash the last face in with my almighty shotgun. All three of them are down, out cold, dead for all I know. The battle seems to be concluded as a I cautiously snoop around the scene, checking for others, and finished it is. It became known that the identity of the victor that day was unknown, and that he was never to be hunted again. It was me. And I would set out to discover the secrets kept by the dead that day, but they were never revealed to me, and thus will remain a mystery until the day I am also dead.

The Night Terror of March 17

2009-03-18T21:30:00.000-07:00

What do we do. What do we do. What is going on. Where are we doing. Why are we even doing this. What do we do. Aimless thinking. Planning without direction. Done. "Let's go here!" She excitedly suggests. But why? Why would we go there. A western style building, wooden pillars across the porch, stood in the near distance, glowing faintly from the dim torches mounted on its walls. It stood back in the darkness. We stand in the parking lot outside. OK! We run hurriedly toward the structure. What is holding me back. I slow. She runs on. "Come on!" Wait. I must run. Something is very strange. She comes back to me as I back away. I look around bewildered. There is something very horrible about this place. It's getting blacker. Darker. Evil. I try to kiss her and hold her in my arms. But she shrinks, ages backward, into a small infant. Lips touch, and I am confused, scared, and mystified. What. Is. This. I set the infant down and wonder. People in that car. What are they doing. Three of them. Threesome. I look in disgust. They return the stare, and the faces shapeshift into frightening, demonic expressions. The eyes stretch back and sink in, darkness swallows their being, mouths widen and turn black as hell, skin turns ashy and lined, and a shrieking inner squeal is heard in my head. I must run. I must leave. Get me out of this dark, creepy place. I must get out. I wake. I open my eyes. Fear rages within and evil swarms without. Must wake up. Black figures flashing all around the room. They fill up every space, hording, squealing, swarming all around me. There must be 100 or more flying all over. I cannot move. I have to wake up and rid of these demons. I see no angels, only demons. I shake. I fear. I panic. I wake.

W/O Mustard

2009-01-23T15:58:00.000-08:00

"Her name is Jill." he interjected. I had gone to McDonald's to snag a few double cheeseburgers, one with onion, the other without, and both without mustard. The line took a very long time, and everyone in front of me was rather impatient. People were crowded around the counter like it was a Wendy's. I'm finally one person away from ordering, and Richard is ordering already from the other line. Some American chic walks straight past in front of me and places her order. I get pissed. Richard and I meet up standing side by side at the counter waiting, after the above order is placed. I had a little trouble explaining it to the register though, and asked a uniformed girl to check to make sure it was right, Richard interjected, "Her name is Jill." I instantly looked at her name tag. "Jill" I laughed, "Oh really, do you know her?" I'm chasing down the head cook now, making sure he knows no mustard on either dollar burger, because I'm still not convinced they understood. He acknowledges and I leave in peace. I see that cutter girl in her car in the parking lot, tinted windows, and I flip the bird, then hurriedly stroll to my car. I drive away. I want my food.

The Dead

2008-11-16T04:01:00.000-08:00

I walk into a barn. I am having a nightmare. Why am I shaking? Why do I feel a desperate need to pull out of reality, to some alternate world? These feelings begin faintly, almost unnoticeable at first. I cross the threshold. It is dimly lit in the barnhouse. The cow stalls are empty. Life has fled from the old place. Something draws me in, while yet something elsewhere beckons me away. The former something, though, is stronger, and I enter in full curiosity. Words are entering my head, eager to escape audibly into the stale air of the small barn. They are not English, nor are they any language I have ever heard before then. It was from beyond. The shaking increases, the need to pull away is shooting upward inside. I speak. I shout. The words I say are completely strange to me. This is when three, then four, then five or six men rush into the room. "Stop! Stop speaking!" The shuffling sound of the hay on the ground against their frantic feet, their screaming voices, are fading away. I see a haze settling and appearing all around the room. "It is the language of the dead!" Figures are forming in the haze, as darkness sets in as well. They are faint figures of old men and women, so very vague, a child or two as well scattered among them. The Dead. Their voices are also growing in volume, and they speak in unison, and in full synchronization to my own speech. They pull me hard as I feel now that there is nothing to be considered but simply getting the hell out of here. And that I did, or so I thought. With one strong final pull of the men on my body, forcing me out of the barn, I also pulled out from the dream. I had escaped. But this is often the hardest part, the scariest, the most frightening, and also always the very most curious. I had indeed escaped the dream, the images of that unreal dimension of the wood barn, the figures, the hay, the men, the windows, but sleep I had not. I was trapped, again, in that place where I can see some other form of reality or dimension, but had (usually) no ability to move. Always do I shake, so very much, from the inside out, frightened beyond measure, a feeling as if my soul were being stolen, and I am striving hard to not let it go. I can see the window in my room, it is, in all waking reality, here just a foot of distance from my hand. I want only to wake up. My eyes are open, but sleep has yet to be overcome. I can see images, such as a person of some form, whether human or otherwise I do not know, standing on my bed, leaning on the window. I must wake up! More shaking, attempting to move my body, never accomplishing. My eyes will not stay steady; they are out of my control. Then I awake. My eyes already open. Seeing the very same view as that of seconds ago. The window. The blinds. The blankets over my body. But no person. No figures. I can no longer see the Dead.

Boys of Both Sides of Life

2008-11-07T01:10:00.000-08:00

When will the so long-lasting trip come to and end? Seriously, are we almost through? Obstacle after obstacle. The final obstacle. This mansion off the side of the road, a long winding driveway to the front door, covered in trees and surrounded by a brick wall swallowed in greenery. There is something creepy about this place, something eerie, beyond the natural. Catch that dog! Shoot. Mom let it go again. I really hate that little beast. It ran straight, without hesitation, through the front door, over the threshold, and up the outside bricks of the chimney. Yes, up the vertical column, as if on flat ground. She chased it inside, a very open structure on the interior. The chimney column, directly beyond the door, shot straight to the ceiling, up 40-50 feet, and out the roof. She ran up the stairs as the dog ran up the wall, I watching from below. The dog then fell down the center core of the chimney, all the way back down to the floor. And that was over. But this house. This mansion. Why are we here? Why is it here? A driving, unstoppable curiosity overtook the whole group of us. What is it about this place? There is something to be discovered, and we will search until it is found out. The feeling was accompanied also be a kind of entrapment. We were stuck here, not allowed to leave. There were no barriers, no stones in the path to leave, but nonetheless, we weren't going anywhere for a time, maybe forever it might seem. It wasn't long before a wrapped paper was found on the front porch. Wasn't there a few hours ago. It is marked with Father's name on it. Someone has set it up for us to be permanent here. They want us to stay. We've got mail.

...People live here. Another family. They were unnoticed until now. Who are they? And why would they live in this crazy ol' place? They speak of spirits and the possibility of the dead living among them. Previous owners? There are spirits in the house. Together we investigate. Brother has computer games that might give us understanding and insight into what to do, two of such. The computer is not working. Where is that little boy, the young child of the second family? Out in the yard, playing in the sand. He is speaking as to another being, but no one is there. Someone is there. He plays with this other boy, an invisible friend. Together they are building a sand castle, as the many of us stand still watching in shock and wonder, I in curious amazement. They are building a sand castle. The boy natural and the boy supernatural are building a sand castle together.

Extraneous

2008-09-29T03:06:00.000-07:00

I wonder what this wart-like growth is on my finger. It's been here for many months now and doesn't seem to be getting much larger anymore. Hmmm, I wonder...oh but wait. It appears it has grown! Now that I look at this way, it really has, it is much larger! I have got to get rid of this thing. It could be cancerous, or harmful in some kind of way. I pick at it from time to time until it bleeds, but now I am ripping it open, slicing it from the surface of my body, despite the blood. It seems to have created a crevice into the core of my finger, a large opening that most certainly should not naturally be present. Where does it lead? I dug deeper, trying to open up the deep crack in my finger. The blood had really stopped pouring, and things were surprisingly visible. Pain was, naturally, searing through my finger and hand. I dug on. I see a little something green. ...?... It was some kind of fuzzy green thing originating deep within the crevice. What in the world is that? I dug on. I tried digging it out and pulling it up, but it seemed to retaliate weakly, as if it were alive. I finally got a hold on it (at this point there were a few more green, leafy outshoots, coming from the inners of the finger), and held on to it as I pushed open the crevice to reveal a most disturbing sight. In my finger, deep within the core (really where the bone should have been), lived a tomato, or a spider, or a tomato spider. And these green offshoots were in fact its legs of sorts. It was planted inside me, and the wartness visible on the outside of my body was some kind of outlet for it. It was resting in there, feeding off the nutrients and insides of my very own body. And when I saw it, I felt very shocked, and sick. The spider had a tomato for a body, and green stretchy leaves for legs, and was sitting very attached to me inside my finger. I did not feel well seeing this thing eat away at me comfortably, knowing that he had been in there for a very long time, feasting upon my ignorance. Well, ignorant no more, I pondered no longer, and quickly detached the detestable beast from my inners and ended his hidden dynasty. The mystery of the growth on my finger had been finally solved, and the tale was to told to many others, for the pictures would not leave my mind. In this dream, I was even convinced it not a dream, telling those in it that it were not. There were also two other things found embedded into my skin elsewhere on my hand, upon the discovery of the tomato spider, such as a miniature gas mask. My sister said something about the spider being a mayonnaise animal, whatever that meant. This all happened, and was a very shocking, revealing experience, but as usual, something and somewhere completely foreign and new was my new destination shortly after. I was now playing euchre with the Green family. And that was that.

[there really is a strange growth on my finger that has been there for many months that I have no idea what it is. All day I have been obsessively wondering what it really going on under the surface of my skin.]

Knives

2008-09-23T00:01:00.000-07:00

Falling into a dream. I wonder where I'm going this time. A garage, cars parked outside the house, one on the lawn. A party of some kind with a few people is taking its place. Music plays, but it does not sound good at all, just a load of fuzz and non-melodic sounds. Everybody is barely happy, and nothing is really happening, just a lot of standing and miscommunicating. The atmosphere is becoming instantly intense. The heat is building. Darkness is invading. My face is getting very hot, and numb, sizzling with heat. Knives. People are going to start dying very soon, most violent deaths. (I kind of like these movies. This should be sweet.) I can feel it. Can they feel it? Where did they go? I am alone. And I do not like this anymore. This is real. I must escape. But I cannot move. I am bound to the floor of the garage, in the dark. Knives readied to be covered in blood flashing through my mind. I am going to die a most violent death. I can feel them coming. My face is burning hot and tingly. I am in the face of death.

You won't get me this time. Not tonight.

Dogs

2008-09-17T23:53:00.000-07:00

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Morning Delight

2008-09-04T02:34:00.000-07:00

It's so early. Why in the world am I up this early. The numbers on the clock shown at first remembered glance: "3:56"[am]. I'm at Denny's snacking on something, and/or sipping some coffee. I am chatting on the cellular telephone, with Cari Joy Sade. This makes for a pleasant morning. We speak of the usual things, moving to California, Sarah's wedding arrangements, feeling as if we were making progress. After a few minutes and into the next hour, it becomes much lighter outside, and people have filled in the restaurant, inside and out. This "people" includes my brother, along with some others not to my personal preference, so I waltz outside, and sit on the garden brick wall outside the front window. There I sat. Here I sit. Why am I sitting here at four in the morning?! A police squad car is approaching, the driver staring steadfast in my specific direction. I hide the marijuana bowl I hold in my hand, hoping only that the cop did not see. Oh good morning Autumn McMillen! What are we doing here on the side lawn of Denny's? "I haven't been in PE in a long time! Not since we were all in it way back when." And whaddaya know, many young kids formed a bad circle here with us, Candy Garcia in the center.

Swallowed Alive

2008-09-01T20:19:00.000-07:00

Browsing through the cheap "10$ or less" bin at GameStop with Ernie Villanueva, it is a normal night. I finish looking through them all, and make my final purchases, ready to leave out the door. We walk outside to the street and suddenly Kim is there, in place of Ernie, just as if it had always been that way. But I knew something was up, just not sure exactly what it was that was up there. Where did Ernie go? Where did Kim come from? Woah, hey, that's Jared Cassell with her. As I stand there figuring out which direction to go, they both take off running, down the sidewalk, under the dark city awnings. "WAIT! Where are you going? Why are you running from me? We need to go this way!" Naturally, I chase them. Kim was nearly dragging the little child as she ran with incredible speed. "What are you doing??" She did not turn, but simply yelled something I couldn't quite make out, "--pissin'---" ....(what?)... Jared turns his head, "Yeah, ---pissing off--all the time-!" ...(WHAT?)... They turn a corner into a dirt construction area between two tall 12 or so storied buildings. I catch up to the turn. Kim is gone, but Jared is still running. "Jared, wait!" It was too late. He suddenly vanished below the earth, into a very deep narrow hole. "C'mon man, let's go!" A group of friends pull up in a car on the back street, urging me to get in the car and go. Nonetheless, I do not hesitate to jump in to get little Jared back. I land about ten feet down, on the side of the ongoing central hole. He is in the deeper part of the hole, and so I reach my hand in as far as I can. I can feel his hand! I grab it and try to pull, but he is sinking farther and farther, and I can no longer reach him. I cannot save him. He is gone.

Jurassic Tours

2008-08-17T02:23:00.000-07:00

Just hop in this jeep, this man will be your driver, and you will be headed on your adventurous way! We did so. Myself, and a few other humans with no faces. We drove off into the open fields, the park being a new establishment, recently opened to public amusement. A patch of fresh trees hear and there, and quite a load of nothing but space. The guide drove quickly, appearing as if he were anxiously looking for a proper destination to satisfy our customer expectations, but not quite sure of where he should be looking. Nothing happened except a few bouncy bumps and shifty turns, so really nothing at all. Until we arrived at the first encounter, with a beast. A triceratops. It was an instant battle. The vehicle was hurled in a vicious attack from the side, and flew many yards still upright. The guide then assumed the role of protector, jumping out of the jeep and provoking the unusually oversized dinosaur in his own direction, all the while we stayed sat, seat-belts tight. He spoke not a word, and rather kept the straightest face, glaring at the dino tensely. Some sort of fight was duked out, as we watched intently, until he somehow returned safely and we escaped. But safety was found for but minutes, when it melted into danger at our second encounter, the massive and mighty Tyrannosaurus Rex. This fight occurred mostly around the jeep, as we endured the experience for ourselves along with the speechless tour guide. He did the "fighting," while we remained sat still, tossed and flipped all around, the jeep getting torn and crushed in all directions. The man fought on, and did not give up, or run away, but stayed in the battle with a sort of professionalism. Before we knew it, the "tour" was over, and the battles were one, and all returned to the start safe and unharmed, physically of course.

It was this new park's tour, so termed. To be in the middle of a fight with both of these ferocious jurassic creatures, and come out alive and safe. A shredded jeep for each party of five or less. An experience one could never forget, and would always remember vividly, with fear and excitement.

It's You

2008-04-17T16:23:00.000-07:00

"Ready to hear something [awkward situation]?" "Yeah I really am." "I know that you are really in love with a girl right now. And I wanted to say, how can you do that? How can you be this close to me and be like that?" "Uh-uh, uh..."

Evading Death

2008-04-09T01:57:00.002-07:00

"Hello everyone. Sorry to keep you waiting so long. It is unfortunate that I have to inform you that you all have to die now."

We sat in wonder and shock at the statement just stated toward all of us. 60 give or take of us were gathered in a school classroom awaiting instructions for the first class of the semester. We were just preparing our minds for a 4-month course, and now we suddenly have to be killed? All of us at once all together? This is absurd. Whatever could the reason be? We were never told.
We moved from this room to the next. Well, not all of us. A few lingered behind, to face their demise, and the rest of us moved on, temporarily escaping the death that has been fated upon us. Yet in this next room, our destination remained the same, certain mass death, a massacre of eerie sorts. A fewer amount of us made it to the next room, by random chance I suppose, still lingering on the edge of death's precipice. Many times this process was repeated, until instantly it was over. Had the moment come? Had Death arrived?

Dome of Van

2008-04-02T02:40:00.000-07:00

BAM! BOOM! Fire burst out in a flash of rage as we drove up near. I new there was something about that van that was eerie. But that it would explode just yards in front of my eyes, I was not imagining. Myself and a few others were in a suburban, driving somewhere, when boom bam a white parked van blew up just in front of us. A stale police car drove very close up behind us, as if it were planning to pull us over, then quickly sped by as if we were not even there, and raced around the corner. The squad car soon pulled round on up to the afterburn of the van's explosion. "Wonder what happened..." "...What's going on..." We sort of parked in the middle of a side street to watch and listen to this intense event. Boys on scooters passed us by, completely dark and unrecognizable in the darkness of the night. After a short time, the trivial journey we were previously on was resumed. Back on the freeway now, I was still in shock of the sight just beheld and was speaking quite excitedly about it. But at this point, no one seemed to be quite as excited as I. In fact, they barely agreed with anything I was saying. The site of the explosion was visible in a field at a distance, and as soon as my eyes rebeheld the situation, it was half van, half fire, then half dome. A half-dome charred just in the open end, not a van at all, in a field, not a parking lot at all. Confused. In question of my own memory. We drove on.

Matching Mugs

2008-04-01T03:43:00.000-07:00

Two beds in the room. One for me, one for another, most likely the brother. Up late, watching the LCD computer screen, reading books, thinking in the silence, enjoying the lack of light's pollution. Too late before I know it, and the sun is rising. It's 8am! I gotta get some sleep! I am supposed to get up at about this hour! But wait, this picture in this magazine...I know her. By golly, that's Beatrice! She's becoming famous, and I know her! "Look here!" I pull out the yearbook, and frantically turn to the page with her picture on it, a near match of the one in the magazine. Wow. I feel really excited. But everyone is waking up, and it is time to go. Why is no one else as excited as I? Why am I so excited?

Depleting Urgency

2008-03-29T01:19:00.000-07:00

Gotta get to school. Gonna be late. Gotta get to school. Got a big test today. Driving as fast as I can. Gonna get a ticket. Are those flashing lights in my mirror? Just reflections of the sun and traffic lights. Speeding. I have no choice. Gotta get to school. Shoot. A cop is trying to pull me over after all. What do I do. Pull over of course. Why am I even asking myself this question? I am convinced I have good reason and that I'll be let off quickly. Or so I am wishfully thinking. I've gotta go. I am already late. But I can still make it in time to take the test anyway. Wish I could do this later. Just not now. Anytime but now. "I am late and have a very important test to take as we speak." It turns out it is just a patrol person that has captured me, driving merely a cart, like a garden cart. Something you would see on a school campus for maintenance purposes. This is getting real dumb real fast. My life is over. My day is shot. No, I can make it. The "policewoman" listens to my pleas, and escorts me to a real policeman, in his car across the parking lot. He ponders giving me a chance. They take all the time in the world to think, of course, seeing that I am in the hurry of a lifetime. He finally decides to send me to the higher-ups, maybe it is even the highest-up. I enter a nearby building, and find a very long hall, and in the center of that hall is that higher-up I had been anticipating, sitting very judge-like in its position (I cannot tell whether it is a male or female, as if it really mattered at this point. I mean, my life is ruined anyway). It is behind a tall podium, on a raised, staged floor. It is the first thing one unavoidably sees upon entering those front doors. I stand there below the authority, so over life and existence, while my fate is decided by just another human like myself. This fate is finally decided.

What is the decision? I'll never know.

Death by Golf

2008-03-25T01:37:00.000-07:00

In a parking lot. Matt's car brought us here, meeting a few others, coming together to play the game of golf. Matt, myself, Kristen, and faceless others engage in this sport. It is much more like mini-golf than true golf, comforting to my inexperienced spirit. But before I get a chance to strike my first golfball, it's time to go. Not for them, but only for me. Lori had arrived, and was taking me home or somewhere hours off, for we were currently at some remote place, by a huge river or ocean of water. She had a new truck. New for us, old in age. As I left the golfing grounds to join her, Kristen couldn't help but loudly say, "We don't want him to play anyway, he sucks at this game." This did not not bother in the least. I climbed in the truck, and listened to Lori talk on and on. "...mom and dad move back to America..." I noticed she was driving a little bit crazy, very unusual for her, and the craziness was quickly progressing. Now drifting! from side to side, in the most unlikely and unpredictable fashions! I reached for my seatbelt, and fastened it tight, "You need to slow down." "No worries." Here we go, sliding from this side of the road to that, facing all the wrong directions, yet somehow working our way in the general intended direction. The road was elevated just above and along the shoreline, about 40 feet up give or take. Sliding too close to the edge...back wheels over the edge! "I got it...oh man!" The look on Lori's face finally turned to terror, finally matching the look on my own. A slide this way, a slide the other, and a slide back, and there the small pick-up went. Over the edge! Control has been lost. A perilous plunge is inevitable. The rear tires followed the front into the air. Boosh! A violent crash against the surface of the deep water. What now? I reach for my seatbelt a second time, to undo the action originally done. Lori quickly tries to reverse the vehicle, but this merely plunged the rear end far into the water. We are near facing the clouds in the sky. I attempt at opening my door, reach for the handle, it is difficult to push open. I fail. It's over. For the both of us.

Panda Party

2008-03-21T15:52:00.000-07:00

Urgency. New. Learning. Experience. Comfort. I am the boss, but not in name, simply the one who is there, overseeing and being. Emily Greenhouse...Christian Fry..? Two more female others. We are making food. Maybe Panda, yeah I believe it is in fact Panda Express. Go figure. We are working, but I am nearly not, for I don't work here. There is a party picnic outside, for which we prepare. A series of a blur and here I am, working away, preparing dishes, throwing commands around, and being simply awesome. Everyody loves it. Everybody loves us. They all love me.

Astroboarding

2008-03-18T20:10:00.000-07:00

Last night I skated on the stars...or planets...I don't know, it's very vague, but every one had their own planets to make home for themselves. And it was wonderful.

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My dreams have been surprisingly vague lately...which is completely disappointing.

Dreams

2008-03-16T02:46:00.000-07:00

What are they?
Where do they come from?
Why are they so strange?
Yet so familiar?
Why are they made up of the images and places and people and events as they are?

This blog will not answer these questions, for no one completely truly can. It may attempt at times. But do not hope for real answers.
No, the purpose here is simply a record, a memoir. It is a hobby of mine to record my dreams, just jotting down a few key words, in hopes of never forgetting the adventures experienced only when lying in a peaceful, unconscious state. That state where your consciousness has moved, from one body in the physical, tangible universe, to another in some unknown land, where things are different, sometimes very different, or not different at all. It is that real place where anything is possible, and nothing is holding anyone back from absolute freedom, a chance to experience something else, alternate lives, alternate situations.

It is that place of else. Other. The extraordinary.

It is my hope that you may enjoy (or taste the fear of, or feel, or experience...) my experiences with me, as I jump out of this reality into another from night to night.