I had a dream last night that ran for a full and uninterrupted four hours, and I'd say it was one of the most bizarre things I've ever imagined, and yet one of the most rational dreams I've ever had as well.
So it starts our with me bak in highschool somehow. But I know I'm already in college, yet I'm taking classes here. Anyway, I recieve an assignment from a professor, and gives me twenty minutes to finish my six month project. So, I'm doomed already. I speaks to some guy I know about it, and he's like "Oh, *name of a girl I won't reveal* is in love with you." and I says to him "Maybe she should confess her love in my class for extra credit."
Within twenty minutes, she did just that, and left the room embarrassed-like. The professor enjoyed the show so much that he gave me an A+ for the assignment. But he said I should do my own work from now on.
Later that night I had to help out the band, and my little brother happened to be part of the flag/dance people. There were at least a hundred dancers out in the field, holding hands, running in circles, and doing all kinds of stuff, but I recall that my little brother forgot his uniform somehow, and sure enough he was out there doing his dance in his school clothes. Everyone else was in some kind of purple outfit. It was quite silent as well, in spite of the announcer bringing everyone's attention to the music, which was supposed to be an amazing composition by Mr. Narumi, and being played wonderfully by the band. I fell asleep eventually, but awoke to the sound of my own roaring snores, just in time to see the last few twirls.
Everyone clapped, and I did too. When the dance team began to leave, Narumi called the band over to him, which seemed to consist of only eight people. I adjusted the light tripod thing so that we could see him, but he and I agreed that it was too bright and hot, and so I put it in the nearby van. Then, just to have a bit of fun, I transformed my arm into an arm-cannon and shot weak popping balls at the walls and ground. Some people that were mulling around stared and watched, so I went through to the gym in the entrance that would have led to the boys locker rooms in real life. Then I saw a friend of the girl that was mentioned in paragraph two, and I lept back in surprise when I turned around and saw her standing right behind me. For some reason, she was a bit more heavy-set in my dream, but she still had that same boyish personality.
So I left the "locker rooms" and went back outside. Curiously, everyone had left, and I was left alone in an increasingly menacing darkness. The lights began to melt, and the buildings began to twist and turn. The ground felt as if it was spinning out of control, and I was left with nothing to do but hold still and hope I didn't fly off into the dark void. It was unnavoidable though. The things is, I was worried for her, and for eveyone else. I wondered what they would do after I was gone.
So, I died and went to some sort of weird laboratory-type place. I was dressed in blue underwear which was almost see-through, but I didn't seem to mind, and neither did anyone else. There were egg-shaped pods designed to wash you up and feed you. I stepped into one and felt the mechanical arms wash me tenderly, like the arms of a mother. But I knew they weren't. At first I wanted to escape this place, and there was a door right in front of my own place. (I'll have to draw a picture of what it looked like, because the image is so vivid) But I eventually became complacent, and played with the children. Eventually though, I threw a frisbee and it hit one of the children in the ear. She complained of the pain, and I gave her kisses to allieve her. Somehow, the kisses seemed to act like an acid and burned her. I began to think about why we were still feeling pain in death. Then they painted my face for punishement, and an ugly border around my mouth formed, looking as if it was burned onto my face. I was ashamed and left the room by opening the door.
I fell through a bright light.
I was speaking to someone. It felt as thought I had been carrying a conversation with this person for a long time. We were talking about books we've read. I spoke of my most recent reads, which happened to be Siddartha and The Alchemist. He told me of a book he read about death and what awaits beyond the void, written by a very wise man. Then I thought that I would have liked to write a book like that. Suddenly, a tyger sprung out from the darkness of night, it's many rows of teeth and sickly long blades of teeth ready to steal our bodies. I felt that this was indeed death, and fled before it. I dodged its swipes, and kicked it as hard as I could. I wrestled it to the ground, but evaded my attacks. Soon it had me on my back and was coming in for the killing stroke. I raised my arm to my neck to prevent it from getting to my jugular, but to no avail for it's mouth was the mouth of the devil. I fended it off for as long as I could, but eventually I faded into death.
The voice of my friend was echoing in the darkness, but I could not understand what he was saying. A dark green light was emmanating from the farr hills of the dark valley. I lit my lamp and found myself in a painting. The fields were filled with daffodils, foxgloves, tulips, roses, and daisies. I ran as fast as I could to the green light, but it was slowly fading, and I felt the onward struggle for freedom push me on. But then, I noticed a girl who was trapped in some vines. I wanted to be free, but I couldn't leave this girl behind. Using unprecedented strength, I ripped the vines off of her, and she embraced me. I knew who it was, though I won't say. I gave her my lamp and told her where to go. She thanked me, kissed me passionately, and left me alone in the field of floweres, where I watched her silhouette dissapear inside the twiilght, and all fell to darkness.
I was biking with another one of my closer friends. We were talking about life and death, and all the stuff in between. It was a bicycle road we were on, with brush on each side, and more road from front to back. The sky was very clear and sunny, as if it had rained the day before. I told him about a book I had read, which was about death and what awaited us in the void. It was written by a very wise man I told him. He smiled and joked that I probably wrote it. Subconciously I thought that that would be a good thing to write about. At this point I realised that it was all a dream, so I told him "Justin, I'm afraid that you are not real, for you are just a figment of my imagination." He laughed at such an absurd statement, and suggested that I'm probably his figment, as opposed to he being mine. I smiled, and I challenged him to a race on our bicycles. He stood there for a long time, thinking it over. Suddenly the tyger cam out of the brush again. This time, it went after Justin. He was standing there, wishing that it was all a dream, and that none of this was real. I silently agreed with him, and he knew it. We both took down the tyger, and we cut it open, revealing a treasure which could only exist in dreams. He and I rejoiced, we shook hands, then we left each other, each going on the opposite way on the road. But I was happy to have shared a friendship with him.
A woman appeared, and she drew me close. I loved her, and she loved me. And I knew her. And she knew me.
At this point, I awoke. I was lost in the absurdity of my dream, and turned over and fell asleep again, this time more quietly.
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April 2008 
Shrooms D.C.
