Midori

6/29/2011
I'm in some sort of underwater vehicle with others, exploring in the ocean. I remember something about a shipwreck or magic or some sort of danger.

I'm at an apartment complex. I'm discovering great music, and I don't understand the words. It's in Latin or something. I'm trying to weigh myself. I fiddle with the scale to try to get it to work. Someone comes in. I hide behind the shower curtain, using the mirror to make sure I'm hidden, but it's just A.

Some security guard types are mixing a vat of candy stuff with a pretzel stick. It's deadly? They're feeding it to the seniors. Old guy above my apartment climbs down a trapdoor to the first floor and sees people moving outside. He starts to figure out what's going on and throws a fit.

I'm in a rocket, flying dangerously. I land on a strange tiny moon. There is lots of greenery, but one section is wilted and black. It seems evil and scary. There is a path with sprinklers on one side. I attempt to walk past without getting wet and fail. The king/mother/god of all sprinklers is at the end. I get very wet.

I turn the corner. There is a very localized bit of rain. I walk through it, and something presses against me from both sides, scrubbing, cleaning. It's like a car wash. Next up is polishing. I manage to dodge past that.

Turning the next corner, I'm back in the apartment complex corridor. I go in and find the old guy and someone else lying on their backs on the floor. They won't wake up. I try to open their eyes. I'm panicking. Their eyes won't open.

After waking, I read a bit and then decided to attempt a WILD. I think I wrote the various bits down in the wrong order, but I've got no idea what the right order is.

Fragmented experiences with vivid imagery. I see rotating vistas. I experience sleep paralysis sensations, breaking through into dream without being able to move or having no body.

I'm walking around my old house wrapped in a blanket, but when I look in the hall mirror, I see a shady, indistinct figure wrapped in a blanket whose only distinguishable feature is two bright blue points of light for eyes.

I'm in a department store, but I'm incorporeal, apparently. No one can see or hear me. I decide to become a fantasy character named Simon. I draw my sword. Apparently, I'm not invisible anymore, as everyone is frightened, running and crying out. I put the sword away and walk outside the store. There is a girl with long, straight, blond hair.

I hear a female voice talking about my death, as if it would be an experiment (on the world). She wonders if I am ready for "suicide counseling."

I remember something about a cliff, falling, a brief glimpse of my grieving mother, and a scene taking place in a bathroom.