EPTSleeping was terrible, lasting around 10 minutes intervals, and the dreams, like the cracked world of potter, was rather full of bizzare things like flying. I cannot remember the lesser dreams, they passed me by like a gentle scrape of a grass blade on my calf when I biked away, a mere stung now milds behind.
Last sleeping session was around 5 hours though, when I collapsed, and I can remember some of those fragments. Let's hope they have not escaped the waining mesh that is my memory...
I was of course browsing my friend Ben's blog again, I just discovered it. And today there was a special on starcraft. When I clicked it Ben's head started to talk on my screen, youtube style. Soon enough though, Ben wandered up stairs and yelled at me "Hey starcraft so soon? You computer addict!" Which I replied "Nah, just reading ur blogs lol" "Well Dinner's ready so why don't you go down..."
I went downstairs on my bike, I rolled down the gentle smooth surface that was a flight of stairs and curved smoothly into a familiar neighbor hood where most my friend lived. I biked along the soothing curves, autumn wind in my face, and I pulled over at a pancake restrunt.
"We were waiting for you Evan! Cmon!"
I hopped inside.
I remembered eating. Once inside, I was at a family friend's house, the fine mandamn was serving us food. She was ushering us on, eat more! Eat more! She said, and showed me how the table is really double deckard, and another layer of bowls and plates were hidden below the double deckered glass table. I was surprised I didn't see those.
Her child was sick, and like the double deckard glass table, he was frail. He cannot utter sensible words, and kept clinging to her mother for support.
I was then in the mind of a fugitive, scared, thoughtless, gripped with fear. I was running wild on the animal track, running like the mammoth. Long yellowing grass swayed in the wind like a thousand waves, waves on waves till no end. Panic, they are not far behind, fueled and ready.
Then I was fueled and ready, nostrols full of the smell of panic, I let myself drawn a deep breath, as lust and excitement gripped through my brain. Not far now! Very close! I jogged across the fine grass, the sound of my legs pushing through the deep vegetation resembled that of a man wading through water. I can see ripples of rings expanding on the medow...
Then again I was gripped by panic. Must run! Must get away. But before I could get away, I was gaining on myself, the stalker closed in range, running wildly at the fugitive now. I felt myself gripped with terror as rings upon doppler rings are reaching me, waving through the grass as I rushed onward.
I woke up. I was THAT close to exist simultaniously. But I woke up. Goulish, clammy, and 1 hour to go till the fishing trip around 1am. I plan now to catch GGplay vs Iris, and pray all hopes are not lost. Good morning my friends, and good luck.
P.S.
Of course I was in no state to title this strange dream 2... for I had forgotten my double post on dream 1. If you don't mind I'll do dream 2 entry next time.
