my head needs shrinking..
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I went there.
She was running and I was running too, in the same direction. But I wasn’t following her.
I don’t know who she was.
I ran after her outside down a spiral staircase made of concrete, and it was broken and old and dangerous. I was surprised I didn’t trip or fall. I was so surprised it made me proud of myself, and somehow I thought, I knew it all so well, these steps and this terrain. Like the back of my hand.
I mentioned it to her, that if it wasn’t for that I’d have fallen, but she didn’t reply. Did she even hear?
The crumbling concrete staircase led to a pathway, and I followed her down.
It was a completely straight and completely flat path, with trees on both sides, like a sidewalk. The trees were so numerous and tall that their foliage overhead cast everything into darkness; I fell behind, thinking I would trip and fall if I wasn’t careful. I couldn’t see anything except her faint figure far ahead of me. I was scared because I felt blind. I was no longer running.
I finally reached a point where I could see light at the end of the foliage-covered path, which cast everything into dark silhouettes and made it easier for me to see. And ahead of me, she was stopped at a rope that crossed the path, tied between two trees. She untied it, and began untying another farther down. It had the feel of an obstacle course, and I was realizing that just then, with the broken staircase and the dark, and now ropes too. I thought about how I would’ve run into the ropes and fallen in the dark if she hadn’t had untied them…
And after that second rope the path ended, and the girl stopped and went back, like she was waiting for someone – but not me. I kept going and reached the end of the path, where there was a clearing. It was green and pleasant and there was just one tree in the center. On the tree was a rope, tied like it was there for someone to swing, except it was too short and too high.
I grabbed it anyway and swung, because I still thought this was an obstacle course and I should have been doing that. Not that it made any sense – and I swung farther than physics should have allowed me. When I swung back there was a person on the other side of the tree to my left. I let go and was startled. He was looking at me strangely. Or perhaps it wasn’t so. He wasn’t normal, wasn’t human, I was feeling, but I wasn’t thinking that. I wasn’t really thinking. And he was looking at something on the other side of the tree, to my right.
It was a large branch that seemed to have fallen from the tree. I hadn’t seen it before, or it wasn’t there before, but now I looked at it too. And I was puzzled, because it had extraordinarily large pink fruit, but it certainly wasn’t fruit. I thought they may have been pinecones, but they weren’t, no, they were flower buds…but I didn’t know that then, and I was confused. And yet I did know that I was supposed to grab them. Yes, I had to get them – before he did!
I looked back at him, once, to make sure (I felt sort of disoriented the whole time), and I could tell he wanted those giant flower buds, too. And so I suddenly ran, without thinking, and he ran after me, right to the branch, and I got 5 of them, before he even got there. And once he got there I couldn’t grab any more, so he got the remaining 6.
I remember thinking I had the 5 best ones, and his 6 were somehow inferior – they were smaller, I think. But then I looked back to my side of the tree, on my left, and there was a tiny branch of the tree with tiny pink flower buds on it, and I grabbed that entire branch. I somehow knew there were 8 flower buds on this twig I picked up, 8 tiny buds.
The person, that man, whoever he was – he had returned to the left side of the tree and noticed I had gotten that twig. He looked at what I held and asked me how many I had. And I looked at everything I was holding, and I was thinking about how I knew I had grabbed 5 from the first branch and he had grabbed the other 6…and the 8 on my new branch, but I didn’t think about adding. I wasn’t thinking. I had so many, how many? How many?
I didn’t suppose it mattered how many, and I didn’t answer him. I was thinking at that time that he was an alien and these flower buds were alien too. But I wondered why he wanted them. I asked him why and he didn’t say anything. And I asked him, are they food? He said no.
He said no, but he started walking to the left, and I backed up, because he was coming toward me. He said something about what they were really for, but he didn’t answer my question, and what he said made no sense. But I knew from what he said that the flower buds were a sort of drug, like LSD…
He understood that I understood that, and he smiled. I hadn’t said anything.
By then I had backed around the tree and he was in front of me and the tree was to my right. He was at the edge of the yard. It was my backyard now, sort of. Like it was ten years ago, and there was tall grass at the edge of the yard. He was over there, and he beckoned me closer. I didn’t think and I went to him. I really wasn’t thinking, like I was in a trance, and my mind had stopped functioning only so much to let me see, and feel.
I was suddenly right over there. He was beside me, on my left, and he showed me this flower growing in the tall grass. I looked at it. It had rainbow petals, a petal for every color, and it was sort of cup-shaped…I just looked at it, and it seemed like it captured the light somehow, and turned it into a rainbow halo...
Then I was winded, on the ground, on my back. I felt something shudder in me, like insanity, unconsciousness, taking over me…and I knew because there had been time between then and when I saw that flower...time when he had drugged me, hadn’t he?
He was standing over me with a sort of smile on his face, but I can’t describe it. I was feeling like he knew everything and he knew what was going to happen to me, and my entire being was somehow in his hands, and I was in trouble, because now I wouldn’t be able to control my actions. He had given me some drug from that flower, made me eat something, made me pass out or fall over, and now I was going to go into a trip. I was going into a trip I didn’t ask for and he was right there, right there and what was going to happen to me and there were my parents standing there too on the left and I thought, REALITY! REALITY! And I wanted to scream and I said, no, no, no, no, NO! But it was too late somehow and I was going, I was leaving the world---
This all transpired in seconds and my mind was racing. I couldn’t move this whole time – my arms were pinned to my sides and I couldn’t get up and I couldn’t control my limbs. I was going into a drug induced trance, and I knew it, and he knew it too, and he smiled. (Last I remember thinking, I bet he stole all my flower buds I had collected...)
And then it was black.
It was gone.
...
I was expecting to go into that trip, and I almost felt like I would, like there was a shaking, vibrating sort of sensation in my mind...but I didn’t.
I was almost awake. I sort of knew that, but my eyes were closed and the world wasn’t really there yet. And I still couldn’t move. I couldn’t move! Why can’t I move! MOVE!!!!
I couldn’t move for a few seconds until I did, and that was awakening. I laid there and felt the sensation of being able to move my arms, my fingers, my legs…
I opened my eyes and it was dark, but not pitch black, dark like early morning in that bluish way. And I was thinking about all this, because it was right there in my mind like it had really happened. It wasn’t fading like a dream does. It didn’t fade at all. I kept thinking about it.
I just kept thinking about the whole thing, playing it through in my head, thinking.
Why didn’t that girl even acknowledge that I was there? Did I even really speak to her, or had I been talking in my head? But I must have been speaking, because I thought I was. But could she hear me? Or was it like she couldn’t see me at all? Was she in a different world, a different time?
Why were there ropes blocking the path? Was it really an obstacle course? It doesn’t really seem like one. Was she using it like one? Or was I? Or maybe that wasn’t it at all. Why would the path be closed by ropes, and why twice? Was the clearing with the trees dangerous? Didn’t seem like it then, but the girl acted like it wasn’t there, like it didn’t matter. If it was all an obstacle course, why did she walk back or wait for someone that wasn’t there? I remember thinking that, wondering why she stopped and waited, when I was there.
And then the rope on the tree, what was that? Was it some sort of trigger? Do you pull it and strange flower buds start appearing out of nowhere? Or did it trigger him to come? Maybe it meant nothing at all.
I hadn’t even known those were flower buds on those branches until I thought about it later. That was it. They looked just like really gigantic flower buds. Was it like the lotus flower? Never heard of hallucinogenic flowers...
But he wanted to know how many. Why’s that?
I had 5 and he had 6...so there were 11 together. Why 11? 11 must be a special number for me…
And then I got 8, so it was like...wait... I had 13!!!
Thirteen. That’s significant!! Was it just my luck? Was I unlucky and that put his satanic six at an advantage?
Now it’s like a numerology war. I got 5, then 8, then 13…
5, 8, 13...
That’s...a sequence. That’s part of the Fibonacci sequence.
(0), 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13…
Whoa….
(That sort of blew my mind at the time)
So what was the 1, 1, 2, 3?
The fact is, it could be many things. That’s what I was trying to figure out.
The 1, 1 could be me and that girl. Since we were entirely separate, rather than together, it makes sense to call us 1, 1…
There were 2 ropes in the path. The one on the tree made three.
Or…
It could mean people. So 1,1 (then 2 running down the same path) for me and the girl, the man made 3…
Or 1 staircase, 1 path, 2 ropes…
Me, and the one tree makes 2, the guy appearing makes 3…
But any way, there are still lots of ones, twos, and triads throughout.
And if we assume the numbering went in chronological order by event, then the branches
themselves and the flower that put me in a trance don’t matter numerically.
Either way – NOT coincidence. That’s the scary part.
The other scary part is that the "drugs" WOKE ME UP.
I was in a trance already...and the drugs woke me up, literally. My brain started working again.
So the question is, was that good or bad? Or was the alien man good or bad? Was this his intention? Was it wisdom? Did he mean for me to wake up, or did he have something else in mind? I think he meant it. But is waking up a good thing? Or was it part of a REALLY evil plan?
What’s reality?
That’s the strangest thing. If he had malicious intent, it was like bringing me back into a hell – on earth. If he had good intent, it was like reawakening my mind and senses.
I wonder because we were sort of like enemies in the dream, but not quite, in a way. That makes it confusing. It was like he REALLY wanted those flower buds and was mad that I had stolen them and wanted to punish me. Or was it?
There’s so much in this. It’s like no other dream I have ever had. Perfect clarity. And the numbers...the numbers...
The drugged feeling, that was strange and really creepy. I really felt threatened and I felt like my body was being controlled.
I can’t explain it. Guess I'm crazy.
Astonished
Devious Comments
it sounds much more intelligent than my weird dreams, and your analysis is like woah. (usually i can say, "oh i was thinking about this person" and that's that). crazy though.
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I don't know why but this part made me laugh...(Last I remember thinking, I bet he stole all my flower buds I had collected...)
I kinda wish my dreams were that interesting...
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Yeah, and I actually thought that too.
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