Thursday, December 29, 2005
Crazy dreams last night. I think it was because I spent a bunch of time writing before I went to bed. I’ve been really excited about writing in my spare time for the last few days. I hope it lasts.
I was at a school, going up in an elevator. Looking for Eric. Instead of buttons in the elevator, there was a lever which you pulled up or down, respectively. Eric had just run inside and told me to meet him, and to hurry up. He seemed distraught, so I was worried. I hopped out of the vehicle that we had been driving in. The weather was going crazy… it seemed warm and cold at the same time, the wind was blowing. I remember thinking that I felt disoriented. As sometimes happens in my dreams, my perspective changed from first person, to an ominous “outside” perspective where I was looking down at the whole scene: a 2 story building, which I was about to walk into, a barn next door. A busy street. Huge, broad-leaf trees. Motorcycles parked in various places. A vast, level field with a few aircraft and other-worldly looking flying contraptions.
Suddenly seated back in my body, I found myself walking toward the school. I looked up and to the left and saw a giant plane – what seemed to be 10 times the size of a 747 – flying nearby. It made a sharp turn, dragging it’s wing next to the ground in the huge field, scarring the soil and leaving a trail of flames shooting half as high as the plane. Also bizarre was that the plane seemed flimsy. Blinking in my dream, I tried to distinguish whether I was looking through heat, or if the wings really were bending slightly, in the same manner as a rubber model of a bird.
Behind me, I heard the wind howl, then a loud crash. I turned in time to see the façade of the barn tear off and fly up into the sky as if possessed by a tornado. It danced wildly in the wind over the field, slamming into the rubber plane, sending it twirling into a firey heap. Apparently, in my distraction, I had walked away from the building in which I was supposed to meet Eric and further toward the road. The barns façade was moving toward me, so I scrambled to find cover inside an old tractor, parked next to the trunk of a mega tree. The façade swirled into the horizon, then almost out of sight. I considered bolting for the front door of the school, until I saw it coming back. It smashed into the tree sending smithereens in every direction, none of which seemed to really affect me.
Without more thought, I scrambled into the school and boarded the elevator. I could hear a multitude of voices as if I was in a ballroom full of people having their own conversations. As I ascended, I could see portraits, some of them moving (yes, I was reading Harry Potter before bed again) of the respective dormitory inhabitants. Some of them were nude and some of them were xxx.
I was at a school, going up in an elevator. Looking for Eric. Instead of buttons in the elevator, there was a lever which you pulled up or down, respectively. Eric had just run inside and told me to meet him, and to hurry up. He seemed distraught, so I was worried. I hopped out of the vehicle that we had been driving in. The weather was going crazy… it seemed warm and cold at the same time, the wind was blowing. I remember thinking that I felt disoriented. As sometimes happens in my dreams, my perspective changed from first person, to an ominous “outside” perspective where I was looking down at the whole scene: a 2 story building, which I was about to walk into, a barn next door. A busy street. Huge, broad-leaf trees. Motorcycles parked in various places. A vast, level field with a few aircraft and other-worldly looking flying contraptions.
Suddenly seated back in my body, I found myself walking toward the school. I looked up and to the left and saw a giant plane – what seemed to be 10 times the size of a 747 – flying nearby. It made a sharp turn, dragging it’s wing next to the ground in the huge field, scarring the soil and leaving a trail of flames shooting half as high as the plane. Also bizarre was that the plane seemed flimsy. Blinking in my dream, I tried to distinguish whether I was looking through heat, or if the wings really were bending slightly, in the same manner as a rubber model of a bird.
Behind me, I heard the wind howl, then a loud crash. I turned in time to see the façade of the barn tear off and fly up into the sky as if possessed by a tornado. It danced wildly in the wind over the field, slamming into the rubber plane, sending it twirling into a firey heap. Apparently, in my distraction, I had walked away from the building in which I was supposed to meet Eric and further toward the road. The barns façade was moving toward me, so I scrambled to find cover inside an old tractor, parked next to the trunk of a mega tree. The façade swirled into the horizon, then almost out of sight. I considered bolting for the front door of the school, until I saw it coming back. It smashed into the tree sending smithereens in every direction, none of which seemed to really affect me.
Without more thought, I scrambled into the school and boarded the elevator. I could hear a multitude of voices as if I was in a ballroom full of people having their own conversations. As I ascended, I could see portraits, some of them moving (yes, I was reading Harry Potter before bed again) of the respective dormitory inhabitants. Some of them were nude and some of them were xxx.
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