WarriorTiger's Visions of Misconceptions

Okay, so I had one major goal last night, and that was finding my friend M. He complained that he has been having nightmares. I told him that he needed to focus on the Koi Pond in the bio-dome on the moon and that I would try to meet him there.


Finding M
I focused on the bio-dome. More importantly I focused on the Koi Pond. I was trying to find M. I could feel the dream fading. I focused it by rubbing my hands together. It helped. I walked over to the bench and sat down. I figured it might take M a while to get there as it was his first attempt at reaching the moon. It didn't even occur to me that I should go find him. I had confidence in his ability to get here.

I suddenly felt a presence standing over me. It was somewhat eerie and I stood and turned around. Standing there was M. I gave him a hug and told him we would see about his nightmare problem. He hugged me tightly saying it was good to see me again. I grab his hand and am getting ready to teleport us to his world when everything fades to black, and I don't mean the dream was lost. I mean there is a big black hole where the rest of it is supposed to be. It's not even a dream recall issue as I can usually recall small vibrations of the dream. Now, there is nothing. Not even a hint as to what happened. All I know is somewhere I lost him and my lucidity, but retained my goal. It is in the next segment.

Into the Old Life....
I am driving my dad's truck. We are in a parking lot. It is overly bright and I slide my sunglasses on. I am steering around other cars that are parked, and even being worked on. I narrowly avoid missing hitting someone that stepped right out in front of me. I cursed at the idiot that must have been trying to kill themselves. I finally make it home.

I then am riding my bike to school. It is high school and is like I have gone back in time. I don't think anything of this, but I just keep going on my way. There is construction all around town. I get to school, which is more of a warehouse. One of my teachers, Ms. S, is looking at soda. It is a big shipment. Several of us are joking around when someone hands out some fliers about going to Rwanda. I feel that there is something I need to be doing. I suddenly want to find my friend M. For some strange reason I feel he is in Rwanda. I volunteer to go. The flier updates itself and now reads that 25 people have signed up. I am getting my gear together when I hear my dad say... "Its time to get up."

I guess I will have to try and find him again tonight!