Enjoy your day, and especially your night tonight. Keep in mind those that have passed, and pay your respect to them; be them your relatives, your friends, and even heroes you’ve never met, but were inspired by. On the night of the veil’s thinnest, what better thing to do than glorify the dead? ;D
I was beckoned by someone that I had not talked with before, but had met a while ago without much conversation. We talked in the hallway of our school for a bit, and I am very glad we did, considering that he turns out to be a very agreeable person. We departed from the hallway, with a compliment on each others’ clothing, and my day continues.
Then, during my lunch hour, I was standing in line with a friend of mine, when a large gorilla-like person came up and openly accused my friend of threatening someone he knew. It then escalated to him, tern, threatening my friend and aggravating nearby inspectors, of which my friend and I thankfully had the self-control to ignore.
After all of that, I attended what was supposed to be a rehearsal for a girl’s movie/portfolio-project. We were met with the news that she would not be showing, so we decided to just hang around for a while. In doing so, I got the most perplexing vibe from a girl that was in the room at the time. Instinctively I stopped her, and said, “Have you any idea of the vibes you emanate?” I assume that she didn’t quite understand me, for I had neglected my dialect…so I rephrased, “Hey, you seem like a really friendly person. My name’s _______.” My friend then decided to say “Yeah. He’s cool, you’re cool, you should be cool together.” We laughed, and then the girl left without revealing her name. I was then labeled as strange by someone else in the room…oh well.
It’s like a very unstable bomb, in a boat at sea during a hurricane.
The boat holding the explosive is a person. Within this person is the anger.
The storm is the environment in which the person resides, and the many tests that eat at the hull of the boat. With every wave the hull gets thinner and thinner, causing the boat to toss more and more, thus causing the bomb to become nearer, and nearer to exploding.
Eventually, you see, the bomb cannot tolerate any more bumps, tosses, and tests, and explodes, shattering the world of that boat, and obliterating the storm. In tern, the boat must now rebuild its world, all the while its bomb is doing just the same.
No one knows how accurate this metaphor is, unless they too have had to struggle with anger problems. It isn’t fun, it isn’t cool, and it sure as hell isn’t comical.
Last night, two-three days after my second failure, my efforts have finally paid off. I fell asleep and everything fell into place, just as my method had planned for!
I dreamed that two friends, my dad, and I were being chased by rogue detectives, who were meta-humans (humans with self-regenerating bodies). The reason they were chasing us was because my father had witnessed them murdering someone; your average corrupt-cop-story. So he told us, which made us accomplices, and we all fled our place of residence (apparently we lived together…? Haha.) in hopes to elude them.
They ended up catching up to us, several times, as we slowly began to learn more and more about the murders from every house my dad had us drive to. Not to mention that we had to “dispatch” the meta-humans every time we were about to leave a house. I recall several times where one came up to me and tried to punch me, to this action I reacted by grabbing his arm, breaking his elbow, and flipping him over me, and finishing by stomping on his neck. Then I paused to watch as his arm reconnected underneath the skin, and his neck slowly began to fill in.
I also remember one of my friends standing at the top of a stairwell with a 15lb weight, and waiting until a meta-human turned the corner of the stairwell. Once he did, my friend lobbed the weight at him, hitting him in the face, tearing away his skin and bashing in his skull, leaving a bloody mess on the walls and roof of the stairwell. We ran and climbed out of a window as he began fixing himself.
I also recall being in a basement when I learned that I was dreaming. I was getting really worked up because I was trapped, and then stopped suddenly to realize, “Hey, I am dreaming!” Then I simply walked out and had a little fun with my surroundings, throwing things and fighting more meta-humans. This lasted about 10mins, and then I awoke as one of them tried to talk to me. There’s a part of me that wishes I had heard what he had to say, but oh well. Maybe next time. (;
My second attempt at a lucid dream brought with it the same failure as the first. Although now I have decided to try a new method, rather than forcing my body into a sleep. My new method is to, a few times a day, pinch myself to see if I am dreaming or not. This will eventually become habitual, and then one night, while I’m dreaming, I’ll do that and realize that I am dreaming. That should force my conscious into believing that I am dreaming, thus becoming aware in it.
There are few things in the world that are more torturous than being an Urban-Pagan. The lack of density in trees around me CONSTANTLY eats at me…it makes me want to run in one direction, no matter the objects in my path, to discover a more Natural area. And then, once I find this more natural area, I will stay there as long as I can, for I will probably forget where it is once I enter my place of residence……