My crazy adventure

May 15, 2005 11:08

Yesterday, my cold had reached it's paroxysm by nightfall. The cough only had enough mercy to let me gasp for air every now and then. My body ached and slowly transformed itself into thus of a long time arthritis sufferer. Every bone and muscle in my body felt like they weighed a ton and would scarcely move. Then my body temperature seemed to rise and never stop. The fires of hell inhabited my body. Sleep became an idée fixe as it appeared to be the only solution to temporarily forget the pain. I close my eyes and lay for hours in a state of semi consciousness. (I do not mean to make myself sounds like I was dying. However, I did have a fever of 108.) The entire point of this story is coming. It is not to ask for attention due to my being sick...Not that I will stop anyone from bringing me soup of course he! he! Ok so back to my story... I lay in this odd state- half asleep, half awake and I started to see things. Being a rational man who believes in science, I tried in vain to stress to myself that these so called visions were only provoked by my fever. Nonetheless, it seems that my body and my brain were exhausted and could no longer fight my dilleria. I gave in. Now these are the odd things that I saw. I am sure some of you will have a good laugh. It was such an odd state. I really feel the need to describe this in order to never forget it.

In my first ''episode'', I remember being inside of my body. It was as if I was still there, lying on my bed, but I was also inside of myself at the same time. I remember that the entire thing made me dizzy for a while. Everything was so fast paced. It felt like a never ending fall. I remember shaking and crisping my body for as much as my muscles would allow me when it felt that I finally hit the bottom of this endless canyon. I was now in my bloodstream and could see the white cells fighting for my health. It was not cartoon like. By this I mean that they were not little dots with army hats and guns, but the real thing...Or at least my best recollection of white cells from biology class. I could hear the orders that my brain secretly gave them. Fight!! Destroy the intruder!! Form more white cells! The cells themselves were very slow. Almost eating at the virus in groups. I remember laughing at this point. Or maybe I just thought that I was laughing. I'm not sure. It reminded me so much of a bunch of friends out for a brunch. The incessant comments from the brain however were totally different. They were non stop and almost hectic. I could barely handle to listen to them all. I do not remember how this first part of my state of dilleria ended.

Part 2: This one is also a tad strange. I don't remember as much from it as I do from the inner body experience. All that I remember is a car on the other side of a lake that contained much money and also a bomb. I remember having three hours to get to the money or whatever was in the car. I swam and was almost there. However, I was also sick in my dream. The swim was a torture on it's own. The next part makes no sense at all. I had almost reached my goal and decided to turn around since I had to go pee and get more bullets for my gun. Yes! I was swimming with a hunter's type of gun. Do not ask me why. I remember that the gun made sense at the time. It was linked to the first part of this episode. I am most certain of it. That part is unfortunately a blur to me at the moment. All that I can recollect is some building. Almost as if it were a school. There was a stairway that would take us in. It was the only way in. Once at the top, there was a heavy set german woman who seemed to be/have been in the army. She was in her 30's and reminded me of Miss Tranchpull from Matilda. It was almost as if her goal was to make sure that we carried no weapons into the school or whatever it is that this building was. The odd thing is that we all seemed to be carrying guns and she almost seem to not notice or not care. The last thing that I recall is either before leaving for the swim or after i came back, I asked her for more ammo as I was almost out. I remember a big smile on her ugly manly face that almost made her look pretty for a dim moment. She pulled about 100 bullets from somewhere and put them in my hands. I remember dropping alot of them and filling my pockets with the rest. That is all that I can recollect. Any input of my total state of insanity caused by fever?
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