03.31.07

I had one, non-lucid dream, a long, long one. I but, that's typical for me when I go back to sleeping [didn't have time to sleep Thursday night so I wasn't in the mood to post Wednesday's long, possibly extremely shortly lucid dream].

I was in the car with my carpool people, well, just the carpool and his dad. We were getting tickets to fly to "Flying Glades" or somewhere that was in Northern Florida. Getting to the airport to get the tickets was... special. We drove around giant trees and were swung around by giant forest vines that wrapped around the car.

"Where are we going," I asked, since it wasn't the typical route to the airport.

"It's a shortcut," the father responded.

He may have said that, but once we were back on the road and in sight of the airport I bluntly stated, "from the amount of time it took for the vines to whiplash us all the way here, we could of been here by just going through the rings that that you down the tree." [Mind you, but that'd mean trusting a bunch of floating and glowing golden loops to guide you, in mid-air, down a tree by going around it several times.] They shrugged it off and I spent the rest of the car ride asking my carpool who's playing in the football game we were going to watch.

At the airport, which for a ticket counter had a movie theater's snack bar, the cashier glared at me as they bought our tickets for tapping a small case of lemon heads. You've of thought I was a thief or something.

Without a real need to go, I ran off to the bathroom to find it stall-less. [Which reminds me of a question a friend asked me relevant to this scene] I went to the bathroom anyways, not feeling self-conscious in the least bit.

There, I met up with Sam and ran around the airport that had magically become her home. She showed me around their new home. I really liked their backyard that was fenced near the lake, the yard was filled to the brim with water, sea plants, and tropical fish. [Suiting since it was fish Friday]

We talked a bit, then she went elsewhere. With nothing better to do, I ran off to a few empty rooms, each time, rather indifferently, thinking about suicide. Many different methods came to mind, though, none I was really for [cutting, hanging, jumping wouldn't work, no pills or poisons around, blah, blah, blah].

With the subduing thought that I could always think of a better way later, I went off to search for my friend. I found her father while searching and he said a few things to me, I left him after that.

I found my friend, we argued a bit then we somehow end up in a stone tower with pane-less and glassless windows on every floor and an elevator in place of stairs. A little kid was with me and we went up to the top floor where the magician/owner of the tower was trying to flood it with water and I'm thinking, " How's he going to flood this place? Oh well, it's going through the cracks and windows, I'm gonna drown in this flooded tower anyways." What a cracked up dream.