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Dream I had some night ago
The haze of the sky and the shift of the ground let me know that I'm well locked into the realm of dreams, and the fact that I know doesn't help me. In my dreams, I can't really control what goes on, I can experince just about anything and not wake up, and when I do, I can remember so much (not everything, but a lot), it's kind of amazing.
The smell of hot ether reaches my nose (experince every sense in my dreams), and I sit and wait, something will happen, I can get hurt here and not wake for serveral hours, it's happened before.
Eventually, Andrew pops up, it's not the Andrew I know in real life, it's kindof a distorted version of Andrew, something imagination and lack of detail puts together. "Hey man, guess you fell asleep again."
Andrew's always known more about this world than I do, it's usually like this. For a moment he just kinda takes a sit with me and watches the blaze of colours in the sky with me. "So what's going on with the real me?"
He's usually asks me this question, and I don't always know how to answer it. "I don't know, haven't hung out with you for a while, you're busy at school and shit."
He nods. After a while, he moves from a sitting position to a flat, laxed position. "It always seems I'm more real when I know how the other me is doing."
When I started having dreams with my long time friend andrew in them, he was the same as in the real world, or about the same as I believed him to be, but this one has been distorted somewhat by what I really know about andrew and how real andrew has changed. I can't know everything about the real thing, and no matter what my imagination, it can't re-create the real Andrew, so it just let's this one evolve as it wants. The dream Andrew is always amused at the differences, I remember when I told him that he cut his hair in the real world and he laughed.
"There's something important that I need to tell you," Andrew says to me in the dream, "it's important that you remember." This is usually followed by a long blank, it is a dream, so I remember only bits and pieces and the fact that something happened, but unsure of what.
"You no longer carry your heart with you."
The sentance hangs in the air and I'm waiting for it to dissolve and pass, because usually when dream Andrew has something important to say, the dream makes me forget. It's just dream non-sense, I figure, 'cause if everything in my dreams had a meaning, then I would be truely lost.
"It's not as safe here anymore and you're going to have nightmares, think of it as karma and leftover crap from your psychè."
I'm used to nightmares, I've had some really, really horrible ones, but I've had really, really good dreams that I wish I could have stayed in.
"Is it really going to happen, or is this just another dream thing?" I turn to Andrew and ask, just as the shift made me dizzy - andrew didn't seem to notice it at all.
"You can believe me or not," it really didn't seem like he cared, what are friends for? He went on to explain some things that seemed like common sense, but other difference between the real world and the dream realm is that I can't take in everything. The smell changed to brimstone in the air.
Andrew was suddenly standing - it happens here - and he's got a "sucks-to-be-you" smile on his face. "Are you ready?"
I don't bother asking him to repeat the seemly important information he said before hand, and I don't ask him what I should be ready for, "As long as I don't have my heart, I guess it won't be so bad."
"Oh, you can hurt so bad without your heart, whatever..." the world shifts hard and the ground gives way and the nightmare begins.
The haze of the sky and the shift of the ground let me know that I'm well locked into the realm of dreams, and the fact that I know doesn't help me. In my dreams, I can't really control what goes on, I can experince just about anything and not wake up, and when I do, I can remember so much (not everything, but a lot), it's kind of amazing.
The smell of hot ether reaches my nose (experince every sense in my dreams), and I sit and wait, something will happen, I can get hurt here and not wake for serveral hours, it's happened before.
Eventually, Andrew pops up, it's not the Andrew I know in real life, it's kindof a distorted version of Andrew, something imagination and lack of detail puts together. "Hey man, guess you fell asleep again."
Andrew's always known more about this world than I do, it's usually like this. For a moment he just kinda takes a sit with me and watches the blaze of colours in the sky with me. "So what's going on with the real me?"
He's usually asks me this question, and I don't always know how to answer it. "I don't know, haven't hung out with you for a while, you're busy at school and shit."
He nods. After a while, he moves from a sitting position to a flat, laxed position. "It always seems I'm more real when I know how the other me is doing."
When I started having dreams with my long time friend andrew in them, he was the same as in the real world, or about the same as I believed him to be, but this one has been distorted somewhat by what I really know about andrew and how real andrew has changed. I can't know everything about the real thing, and no matter what my imagination, it can't re-create the real Andrew, so it just let's this one evolve as it wants. The dream Andrew is always amused at the differences, I remember when I told him that he cut his hair in the real world and he laughed.
"There's something important that I need to tell you," Andrew says to me in the dream, "it's important that you remember." This is usually followed by a long blank, it is a dream, so I remember only bits and pieces and the fact that something happened, but unsure of what.
"You no longer carry your heart with you."
The sentance hangs in the air and I'm waiting for it to dissolve and pass, because usually when dream Andrew has something important to say, the dream makes me forget. It's just dream non-sense, I figure, 'cause if everything in my dreams had a meaning, then I would be truely lost.
"It's not as safe here anymore and you're going to have nightmares, think of it as karma and leftover crap from your psychè."
I'm used to nightmares, I've had some really, really horrible ones, but I've had really, really good dreams that I wish I could have stayed in.
"Is it really going to happen, or is this just another dream thing?" I turn to Andrew and ask, just as the shift made me dizzy - andrew didn't seem to notice it at all.
"You can believe me or not," it really didn't seem like he cared, what are friends for? He went on to explain some things that seemed like common sense, but other difference between the real world and the dream realm is that I can't take in everything. The smell changed to brimstone in the air.
Andrew was suddenly standing - it happens here - and he's got a "sucks-to-be-you" smile on his face. "Are you ready?"
I don't bother asking him to repeat the seemly important information he said before hand, and I don't ask him what I should be ready for, "As long as I don't have my heart, I guess it won't be so bad."
"Oh, you can hurt so bad without your heart, whatever..." the world shifts hard and the ground gives way and the nightmare begins.