Wednesday, April 6, 2011

What Dreams May Come

I just awoke from what was argueably the most powerful dream I've ever had. I was thrown into a fully interactive movie, that had to deal with some of the largest demons I've been facing, and it was so deliciously surreal.

Like most dreams I didn't know how or why I was where I was but I ended up going through the motions. I knew I was in a university of some type and I was standing before a bushy old man. I started asking him about a place to live. He told me that he had a really nice apartment that he never rents to anyone. As he described the residence it sounded like everything I was looking for, the price was right to, and I asked what it would take to sway him. He told me nothing and I shouldn't even bother to try. Then suddenly he was rushing me out the door, I complied, because I knew that I was going to be breaking back into the class room as soon as he left, and sure enough I did.

Once in there I began looking for something. It took a little while but in a cabinet I found capsuls of DMT. I ended up injesting one of them and was instantly blasted into a beautiful technicolor of wonder. Demons came to life and danced with angels. I found some DVD about entheogens in his desk and put it onto watch. Time melted away, I came out of the DMT experience (or so I thought), and heard people coming to the class room. Feeling all goldie locks like (the D&B producer(not the little girl(wait a combo of both))) I instantly scramble round the class. Cleaning up after myself, attempting to create an alibi, and generally just freaking out. The professor comes in the room, looking younger for some reason, still carrying a wily mystique about him, and he instantly locks eyes with me. Asks what I'm doing here and I quickly respond to disway you further about letting me rent that apartment. He chuckles loudly, two friends (collegues) come into the classroom, and we all start mixing. Talking about this, that, me extremely nervous as if in any second I'll be had, but some long time goes by without any mention of alternative methods for me being where I am.

At some point, I say to them all, I must leave but before I go. I ask if there is anything I can do to sway him in his opionion about renting the apartment. He laughs this loud haunting cackle and tells me he has a question I must answer.
"When would be the only time you'd say no to a cookie?"
I instantly panic, I feel like I'm stumped on the simplest SAT question ever but eventually I answer.
with wich he replied, "WoW no one has ever given that answer. We might have a winner here."
Again a roar of laughter and soon I'm talking to one of the other people in the room. He's explaining how everyone wants that apartment but he rarely ever rents it out. In fact he himself has been trying to rent it forever. All of a sudden the tension snaps in the room. I'm trying to make a break for the door and the professor corners me. He puts his arm around me and asks if I've taken anything from his classroom. I remember his eyes burning wild with a crazy flint of flame. I answer yes, I instantly begin blurting out things...this is what I remember.
"I took it, because I knew no where else to get it, and I knew that through all my studying it had the ability to help heal what has been fractured and what I have fractured. I didn't mean to do any harm, I just need to figure things out, and knew not how to acquire the substance."
The professor wrapped his arm around me tight and began to whisper. His voice was thunderous, loud, but for some reason only I could hear his words. He opened up part of his T-shirt and a legion on his body came to life licking my face.
"Somethings you may never beable to change, somethings will stay with you forever, and the harder you try the more perverse it might become."
It was about then that I realized his hair was breathing. That nothing on his body ever remained still, it swayed, moved, and floated unconsciously from his actions. His squeeze on me was tight, holding me in place, as he ranted more to me about the fragile venture I am in the middle of.

At some point I freak out, run for the door, and find myself stumbling through the university. I'm being chased, I lose my stalker, duck round a corner, but realize I'm cornered. I know not what to do, i'm peaking around the corner seeing the shape of my assalignt getting closer, and closer. Then from out of no where I see the young man from upstairs (who told me he also had been trying to get the apartment) step round a corner and knock the person chasing me out cold. He tosses me some keys and tells me to run.

We head out of the university and hop into this RIDICULOUS corvette. I put the keys in, rev the engine, and as we peal out I see the professor burst out of the school. Him and the person who my co-pilot knocked out hop in another car. The chase is on but for some reason this suped up car runs like shit. It's automatic but has manual features so I wrestle with the notion that it needs to be in a better gear and BOOOM we take off. Soon though lowjack is calling us through the bluetooth piece in the car. My passenger answers the call, right as I see a giant steel wall fall from the sky. He tries to pass as the professors son, which seems to work, and they appologize for dropping a giant wall in our path. We continue to drive but soon enough the professors car is right on our tail. I spin out lose control, sending us into a ditch, and as I get out of the car the unknown attacker is on me. His image continually changes, it's remarkable, but at the core he looks like me. However hair color gradually fades, face paint comes on and off.

Before I wake up he talks to me about staying on a path. Talks to me about living to laugh and not to worry so much about the outcome. I also hear words from outside of the dream, a thing recently my buddy told me about being gentle when it comes to handling myself, but the last thing I remember before coming to in tears. Is the proffesor walking up to me, I now recognize him, he looks just like my old neigbor that passed away much to soon, and he hands me the keys to an apartment. Saying "We've got much work to do, I trust you."! Hahhaha I woke up and instantly started writing all this down. Some of it is spot on but ya know how fast dreams fade.

1 comment:

  1. To be, or not to be--that is the question:
    Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
    The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
    Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
    And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
    No more--and by a sleep to say we end
    The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
    That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
    Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
    To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
    For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
    Must give us pause. There's the respect
    That makes calamity of so long life.