nightmare

Most of my dreams start the exact same way. I submerge out of a tank of water. Once my head comes up from the water, it begins. I was in an abandoned apartment complex, and I knew I was dreaming. I had no real control of anything. I heard someone yell "zombies!", so I decided to just go hide in a room and try to wake myself up. As I went into a door, I locked it. Once that happened, I felt a minute of calmness. I then heard some quick feet coming from the hallway..

I held the door because I was scared it was coming towards me. Clearly it was. Then I hear some scratching, and a piece of paper gets slipped under the door. I read it, and it says "Hello" written in blood. I look through the peephole, and I see a zombie. It looks at me, and knocks the door down. As I get squished by the door, I woke up. That was followed by some sweet sleep paralysis which took me about 5min to wake myself up.

*I never understood how people though of so many ways to reinvent zombie movies and shows.. but clearly it's in the dreaming process. Last time I checked, zombies couldn't spell. It was a neat nightmare nonetheless.

I was in some kind of building, in a dark corridor. I was aware that it was a place that my classmates used for resting. I was afraid that they would prank me by jumping out at a corner, so I turned the lights on, and asked if they are all right.

...

I was watching a sonic game that looked like minecraft, and it looked beautiful.

The minecraft kind of world slowly turned into a satellite like view of earth, and it looked absolutely amazing. The sattelite view started zooming in, and I was told that it's a part of America. It was some kind of island.

While it was zooming in, I was given a historic presentation about old America. I was told how they were using women only for reproducing, and how they were abusing them to no ends.

...

Then as it finally zoomed in completely, I was in some kind of camp where they were keeping these women, and I was one of the women they were keeping. I had to go to places, and I was given a knife by an african dude to cut pieces of my meat out from my hand. I saw a bunch of women sitting in a circle, all cutting out their meat. I was trying to avoid doing so by walking around randomly, but one of the men stopped me. He pointed to a location with his knife, and I had to go there.

I was given a pill as a reward for being obedient or something. It was called the "masturbation pill", or "sexual fullfillment pill".
As I took that pill, my body got sliced up into big colorful cell like things, and those cells started to float around in a circular motion. They started moving towards some kind of shack, as they were instructed to go there by the men. They drilled themselves into the shack like some kind of sperms.

...

I was having sleep paralysis, but it was a dream. (as lately, all of my sleep paralysis scenarios were actually dreams)
I was trying to find my real body. I shouted out with a weird sound. As long as I gave out that weird sound, I knew that I wasn't in real life, as I wouldn't give out weird noises like that in real life. I managed to wake up, and I had some kind of hallucination about the light switch being way far away in some kind of black space. But then that illusion dissolved, and I found the light switch, and turned it on.

So i read up on if you are sleeping wit someone or something it will make youu feel safe nd stop these nightmares. Well i fell asleep wit my pitbull boxer mix. (bullboxer pit) and i woke up cuz she moved nd slept on the floor. i didnt have a dream. well then i went back to sleep without her and i had a horrible nightmare!!
I was at these peoples house and everyone was riding quads and stuff. The kids tht lived there were like 18 and 14. i had a bad feeling about these kids but everyone thought they were great. well they trapped me in the house while everyone else was outside and raped me.while i was tryna find a way out i stumbled across these dead bodies and they had their heads cut off. It was sck! They were cracking jokes about it. and were laughing screaming ima murder youu slut. well i saw this guy riding a quad and with everything i had i busted out the window and grabbed the quad and trying to escape. They followed me and im screaming leave me alone. leave me alone!! and i woke up crying. My bullboxer pit came to me licking my face.

So i read up on if you are sleeping wit someone or something it will make youu feel safe nd stop these nightmares. Well i fell asleep wit my pitbull boxer mix. (bullboxer pit) and i woke up cuz she moved nd slept on the floor. i didnt have a dream. well then i went back to sleep without her and i had a horrible nightmare!!
I was at these peoples house and everyone was riding quads and stuff. The kids tht lived there were like 18 and 14. i had a bad feeling about these kids but everyone thought they were great. well they trapped me in the house while everyone else was outside and raped me.while i was tryna find a way out i stumbled across these dead bodies and they had their heads cut off. It was sck! They were cracking jokes about it. and were laughing screaming ima murder youu slut. well i saw this guy riding a quad and with everything i had i busted out the window and grabbed the quad and trying to escape. They followed me and im screaming leave me alone. leave me alone!! and i woke up crying. My bullboxer pit came to me licking my face.

I had two nightmares last night..
The first one...
I was in my house but it didnt feel like my house. There was something erie about it. I got out of my bed and walked out. I looke out the window and it was dark and foggy. I had this bad feeling about my house. i couldnt figure out why. I felt strange. I stood in one spot for a while. well i walked into my mothers room. She was sleeping. Well i walked up to her. And all of a sudden her eyes shot open and she attacked me. Im tryna push her off of me. Screaming why mom why. Her eyes were blackk full of hate. I finally pushed her off of me and ran to the kitchen. I grabbed a knife and when she ran at me i stabbed her in the stomache. i got on top of her and started stabbing her in the face and neck til she stopped moving. i cried and cried. With blood all over me i went into my bedroom and layed on my bed and fell alseep... Thts when the second dream started.
The second one.
I appeared at this house and there was a party going on. It seemed normal.. until the music started to replay a song over and over again.. it didnt feel right. then this guys like lets play a game and im like okayy. he holds a gun up to my face nd on the gun there was buttons and i had to guess which one of the buttons would light up. I got the first one wrong and i had to drinkk a glass of some typa alcohol. i drank so muchh tht i fell and started having a seizer. nd everyone started laughing and was like now we gotta finish her and they shot me in the head. i woke up in sweats breathing so heavy.
I hate these dreams...

I’m having nightmares nowadays. It’s not encountering some vicious animals or dark things, but I often get very sick which is unpleasant.
First of all, I have never watched a movie or read a book about a hunger game; only seen a trailer from Youtube. It’s amazing how it got into my dream like that.

I opened my eyes… to see a white ceiling, and a desperate looking man, who calls himself ‘dad.’ He really seems to care dearly for his daughter, who supposedly is me. I am confused… it just… I don’t think I am a daughter who he thinks I am.
‘Dad’ went out for a cup of coffee.
I tried talking to him; say I don’t know who he was, but my voice wheezed out as if I’m having a very bad flu.
I got dumbfounded for a moment till I felt a sudden excruciating pain from my right hand… it…
It was not there. It was……………Amputated…
What used to be my right hand becomes a dark purplish flesh… rotting.

MENTAL DEMOLITION… ㅇ_ㅇ!!!
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There was a white card with a red cross on the top left corner. There were four blue lights, flickering.
● Level 5
○ 30:02 left
● your presence is detected by a hunter 10m
● your prey is detected 150m
There was a digital google-map, showing other players; preys and hunters, around me.

Kill or be killed.
Only hunters and the prey carry a white card, we are the only ones knowing in this sin city… the rest of the earth is oblivious.
I have to kill the prey while avoiding a hunter; trying to kill me, within this time or I will be degraded to a lower level, gaining more bloodthirsty hunters with higher level. If I kill the prey within a time, I will get more time for the next prey and get useful harnesses; weapons, wider range of google-map and so on.
The top of the food chain is level 20. At that point he/she will be like a lazy sublime jaguar hunting and resting as much as it likes.
No one knows who is a hunter or a prey in a mass crowd except for a dot showing on the map and viewers. Viewers are on the other planet with sneering smirks, watching and eating popcorns, of this real-life city of jungle; overflowing blood and massacres. It is horrifying and the most disgusting game in my life. I wonder what kind of insane psychopathic alien freak would create ‘this’ kind of game in a first place.

I’m now in a restaurant with ‘Dad,’ he is feeding me a meatball. So far he has no signs of being my predator, but genuinely cares for me. I feel a little sorry for him. After all he is an innocent civilian who happens to be stuck in a disaster, and he doesn’t know his ‘daughter’ is not someone he knows. He is unknowingly taking an extreme danger for giving me some kind of a glass like protection.
As I blew a balloon out of my chewing gum, a mysterious looking woman with sunglasses and a black suit, walks toward me and sits across my table… She is introduced that she is a very close friend of ‘dad.’ She might be a watcher sent by a freak. Need to evacuate immediately.

‘Nice meeting you ‘dad.’’

I excused myself for a washroom break; her sunglasses reflected a white light from a ceiling. As I casually pass behind her, I flicked a gum on back of her hair.

‘Better shave your hair Miss.’
I heard a sharp shriek behind a closing door and smirked.

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I stumbled from shaky legs. I feel very dizzy with a high fever; to the point I see a world in a whirl circle, but can barely feel pain from it. A painkiller or whatever drugs ‘dad’ used is strongly effective indeed. It is strange… to sense that I ‘have’ a right hand… as if it’s only made out of soul, but not flesh.

I need to hide somewhere… quick. I did not kill or attempt to look for my prey, so I am now dropped to level 0; whoever kills me will increase their level two times plus a special prize.
I decided to hide in a midst of school parade practice. Everyone is on the field. All lined up horizontally and vertically following moves from a person in front like an army. I rest along the side, under a tree shade, where I met my childhood friend Purple.
It is time…


Avoiding looking directly at her face, I normally asked “here for the hunt?”
She did not answer; I can almost feel her eyes burning across my face. Nevertheless I continued,

“It’s scary… one moment you are just a student like they are, and next… everyone, aliens, hunters and governments alike are looking for you like I’m some kind of a living chocolate.”

She shuts her mouth tightly, so I gather up my courage and cautiously hand her my right hand, feasting with fleas. She did not take it… my middle fingertip broke into black ashes.

Purple stared at me, “God is everywhere.”

I sigh… I’m talking to a wall,
“I do not believe in alien freaks,”
I heard everyone holding their breath with surprise.

Awkward silent filled the air.

Everyone… students, teachers, walking civilians, birds, ants… hundreds, thousands of them… everyone… gave me a cold look at the same time. I flinched back a little… they look… possessed. They all have a purple smudge on their lips as if they carelessly had a poisonous cake.

A student with a Santa suit, hurled towards me with a drunken deer; it too had a purple smudge.
I snorted with disgust. I did not come to my deathbed, unprepared.

“Early present for Christmas.”

I closed my eyes and threw my right hand high above the air.

YOU'VE JUST ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD

“Bye~”

:3

:3
(lol hand in garbage disposal)

I don’t recall a time I was NOT alone
It’s just me, by myself.
All alone in this big, dark chamber,
Is anyone there?

Only an echo responds like a mirror.

Ok so I remember that I was walking down the road and it was night. Then I went on this little trail thing that split off from the road. I turned around to start heading back for the road. The bad part was that all of a sudden there were a ton of snakes guarding my way back. I didn't really know what to do and just backed off. I kept looking for a route around all the snakes. Pretty soon they had me backed up against a small cliff and I couldn't really go anywhere else. Then this huge lizard type thing came up behind me and started pushing me back towards all the snakes.

I made up my mind. I decided to go dor it and try to do a huge leap of faith over all the snakes and outrun them back to the road. I began running... picked up speed... and... jumped! I made it over all the snakes. Feeling victorious, I eased my pace and walked back to the road. Bad idea! Then the lizard thing came out of no where behind me and grabbed onto my leg. Then in one of those decisions you would only make in a dream, I simply petted it. That made it happy and it let go. That's all I remember

07.09.2012

A Good End (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I believe I'm with Leon inside of a lab room, a fairly dirty one, kind of like the few in Resident Evil 4 on Chapter 5.

I believe both me and him are facing Krauser, and facing him in a close room with his Arm Blade Plagas was kind of scary. I don't know how I or even Leon did it, but we killed him. I think we killed someone else, but I'm not too sure on that.

I think how we killed Krauser was that I used a Steel Titan from Runescape to punch behind his back while I tried to fend Krauser off. After a few hits and dodges, Krauser finally lands on the ground and says something before he dies, but I can't remember what.

I think he felt betrayed and asked "Why?" or something like that.

I figured that if someone is out to kill me, like REALLY kill me, and not just use fear to make me lucid, they should probably die...don't want to make every nightmare a happy care bear ending now.

I doubt having my head chopped off from Krauser's armblade would give me extra time to speculate on why he's showing up in my dreams.....ANYWAY........

As we're heading out, I'm pretty sure the person I'm with has to be Leon in someway. The reason being is as we're examining Krauser's body, and another that I still can't remember, Leon says.....well he doesn't say anything, but a text shows up on the bottom of what he's saying:

"A good end to a good game."

I relax a little bit, seeing as things are going to be alright from now own. I didn't hear any intense music going on, which is how the game was actually set up to know you're in for some Plagas enemy killing.

So if you didn't hear any sounds, you're pretty much safe, for the time being. But sometimes using that alone can ruin you if there's a random enemy by the corner and RAAAAAAAAAAAAWR.



I decided to not use my Wii Remote controller, and I put it somewhere in the lab. I don't do a reality check of why I'm using that controller inside of a game in the first place.

I'm heading out in front, and Leon I believe is following me to a dark hallway. There's a little light, but we both walk slowly just to make sure something like Regenerator wouldn't pop in and say "Hi" with its extendable arms and give me a warm hug......

Spoiler for Like this....WARNING YOUTUBE VIDEO IS GRAPHIC:

Everything is going fine, and we take a left to see some crates are blocking the left side of the new narrow hallway. I head towards them and try to jump over them, and then I get a weird feeling that I need my Wii Remote controller again.

I jump over the crates again, and asked Leon if he can get it back for me. I wait for him, and then I move back to where he's going, but just the path, not the room.

I see some random guy who I thought was a Plagas enemy, but it ended up being some dirty looking man carrying some stuff. I block his way, but he seems to not really care because he pretty much looks like he has no brain at all, being lifeless and all.

I move out of the way to let the poor guy pass, and then I turn around to the section of the hallway with the crates blocking most of the path again, and I see enemies charging after me.

Good thing those crates were there, because the enemies are complete idiots and don't realize they can just climb over the crates....hey....works for me. They still shocked me because I didn't expect to hear excessive breathing from them that obviously shows they want to do an overkill on me.

I think Leon finally comes back, and we probably killed all of the enemies inside the area.

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07.09.2012

Alyzarin's Suggestion (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I believe I'm walking with Alyzarin, or maybe inside of a car while me or her are driving. She suggests to me in a form of a question,

"Why don't you consider them as your dream guide?"

You know, by her saying "them," I'm not even sure if she means it as a he, she, heshe, shehe, or several dream guides lol.

I didn't know who she was talking about, so I guess this was probably me forgetting important snippets of the whole dream.

But what I do know is that when she asked me the question, I looked down and didn't want to respond to her. Whoever it is we're talking about, they must've been someone I wouldn't prefer as a dream guide.

That's all I remember.

Sigh......this is what I get for sleeping around 3AM, and waking up 10 AM with no WBTBs.....only recalling one part when I need to know the rest.

And I can't do a WBTB, because I don't want to wake anyone up during my stay in Canada with my alarm.

Ugh....maybe I'll just put an earphone and let the alarm play through that, but if I do that....I might roll over and the earphone might fall off....

Or I can do the water drinking technique to hopefully wake myself up after or during the onset of a REM period....but nah, guess I'll just let things go naturally, especially since I have to look up for some stuff related to college.

Damn, guess my luck is running out in life....

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07.09.2012

Flower Drawing (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm with a small girl, and she uses markers as her means of drawing. She's pretty decent with the markers, and I'm amazed at how she can make a flower look somewhat realistic just by using kid markers alone.

She also using the scotch tape with those metal pointy things to tear it off with ease. I asked her why she's using that kind of tape, and it seems she's using it as a layer with her drawings.

Once she tapes it, she uses the metal point cutter thing (I do not know Tape jargon, pardon me) in order to make the ends look like they're part of the drawing instead of an obvious straight edge on a paper.

I finally realize what she's doing, and said, "Oooooooooooooooooooh! You use it for------" blah blah.

Then I tried helping her with the tape, and I do fairly okay, until she tells me that if I do that, "he'll" get out.

Wait what?

For some odd reason, I had a feeling that she meant Krauser from Resident Evil 4. I quickly followed what she was doing to make sure nothing bad would happen.

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07.09.2012

Sesame Street GPA (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't believe this dream....LOL

I'm looking at a screen in front of me that displays the GPA of several people, most of which are the characters from Sesame Street. Timmy from the Fairly OddParents show has his GPA up as well.

I think the GPA was based on a scale of 10, and Elmo had a GPA of around 0.5-0.7 I believe. Those other dudes from Sesame street, the ones that actually wear freaking clothes had the GPA of Elmo's as well.

Timmy Turner had a GPA of 6 at first, then it was a 4 on the next column and then a 6, and finally a 4 again....that's weird, why does it show his progress specifically while the rest are horrible?

I guess this is why they ended up doing Sesame Street.....LOL. Elmo knows where you live and loves you because he has no future...LMAO...okay okay...

I finally scroll down a bit and see the Cookie Monster's GPA.

It's a 9.7...































































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LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL.


Out of all characters, him????????????? That should've been a reality check. I'm not even sure of my own intelligence anymore....how does......that's just....wTF...

I started off this dream sequence with a nightmare. It began with my driving somewhere and finding horses and donkeys that had escaped from their paddock running alongside the road. Then I dreamed I was back at my parents' house. My aunt was sitting on the couch; my mother was in the kitchen. My mother was angry with me over I know not what and wasn't speaking. It may have been that she thought I let the horses and donkeys out while opening the gate, but they were already loose when I came along. My aunt was trying to help us straighten things out. It wasn't working. My mother was washing dishes and threw a plate at me. She missed and it hit the wall behind me. That made me so angry I grabbed a plate and threw it at her. It flew like a frisbee though, completely missing her and landing on one of the eyes of the stove. My mother was furious and nodded her head as if to say, "Okay, you wanna go there? I'll go there." She grabbed a butcher knife out of the sink and started slowly walking towards me. I freaked out and ran to my old room. I slammed the door and locked it tight. I was looking for the key to the deadbolt lock on the window when I thought maybe I should break the window with a chair. I figured that would be too noisy, and she would realize I was escaping, so I went for the key instead and that's where I woke up. (Hope I made it!)

It was just before 4am. Night Ranger's "Sister Christian" video came on TV, and that helped me relax. Eventually I went back to sleep and had the second dream.


In this dream, I was going shopping with two friends from work - EP & KJ. We went to Macy's where they were supposed to be having some super-fantastic, invitation-only sale. We didn't have any invitiations, so my friends wanted me to help them sneak in. I had worked there previously, so they thought I knew all the entrnaces and exits and secrets ways through the back of the store. I told them I didn't, that there wasn't anything secret to it, but they were determined. In the parking lot, we saw a red Porsche that someone had left the passenger door open on, and there was a baby in a car seat crying. My friends paid it no mind and drug me to the back of the store. There were a bunch of doors, and they wanted to know which one would get them into the secret sale. I honestly told them that I didn't know. They tried several doors but found them locked. There was one large freight door, and someone else in the crowd tried that one and got it open. My friends went running into the store, and I followed them. We all went down a dimly lit hallway, then into a fitting room and came out in the store. We split up and went our own ways to shop. I found something I wanted and went to check out. While I was checking out, I asked the salesclerk about the baby in the Porsche. She said that the Porsche was Michael Jackson's car (he was still alive in the dream) and that the child "was not his son". Ha, ha. She then said that whoever inquired about the baby got to keep the car. Apparently I was the first, so the clerk handed me the key to the car. I took my purchase and headed back to the parking lot. I found my friends on the sidewalk outside ready to go. They headed to the other side of the parking lot where we had parked, but I headed to the Porsche. I couldn't wait to drive over and stop in front of them! The key opened the driver's door, and I sat down in the Porsche. The baby was crying and crying. I didn't know what to do with the baby. I couldn't keep it. I patted his cheeks and tried to comfort him, but he just kept crying. And that my friends, is where the dream ended.

There have been alot of dreams now, although they have been very fragmented. Also, I had a really terrifying night horror, which will be excluded here.

In my first dream I was sitting in my fathers car and we were on a family vacation me, my father and my siblings. Our car was parked between these two tall houses whose architecture reminded me of the architecture found around the mediterranean. We were parked and I was looking out the drivers window, down the road. Further down there was a house, maybe 10 stories just as the two on my sides. I sat there trying to remember the dreams I had, which was fairly succesful. I told myself I would remember them if I went to sleep again. Now, as I'm writing this, I can't remember the dream within the dream (heh), but it had something to do with sumo wrestlers and pink flowers.

My next dream took place in a dressing room connected to a gym or pool. I was a private detective supposed to follow this woman, whom her husband suspected was cheating on her. For some reason, as I was standing in the dressing room with a towel wrapped around my waist, I saw my client. He was there as well, and I saw him standing with his back against me. He looked like LL Cool J. The thing is that he was zoomed in, like if it was a movie.
Anyway, I made my way to the showers only to see a big, fat black woman getting fucked by an even fatter and hairy white guy. I just kept walking, when I noticed another fat, black lady standing right next to them. Apparently, the black woman not getting her hole stuffed was the shower sluts mother. She said her daughter should be fucking a real man... and that's when the attention fell on me. It was also then I noticed that I was black. To calm the situation I suggested she should be fucking her husband.

Once again, it was like waking up from a dream within a dream, except that this was no dream. It was a movie. The kind with screaming black people who's having issues with their Eddie Murphy-complex (I hate those kinds of movies). The movie was playing on an airplane and the screen was attached to the seat in front of me. When I got up to go to the bath room, the volume from the movie was turned way up and as I was moving further away I hoped that my fellow passengers wouldn't connect me to that horrible piece of film, since I was ashamed to be watching it in the first place.

I only remember a fragment of this nightmare. I must have been about 5 years old when I had it.

I was sitting in my room, alone. I had this cabbage patch doll in my hands and I was brushing it's hair and singing to it. I remember singing to it so it would be nice to me. I guess I had a feeling that the doll was evil and that it would attack me if I stepped out of line. I was telling it how pretty and nice it was and I noticed it start to move. It began to growl and it started shaking. It's growl turned into a scream and it tackled me down and started choking me. I grabbed the doll and threw it and then I woke up.

Gloomy gray sky is heavily pouring
I’m grouping with tourists; wearing a cheap yellow raincoat, and head towards the next sight.

I guess I was stuck in a room too long…
My friends hurled in, dragging or rather kidnapping me to this dismal ‘outdoor’ tour.

Old artifacts with interesting histories are shown beside a lake wharf.
Must have been something if not are for this damned weather.

Why touring in this thunderstorm?

Flap, flap
A strong rainstorm makes it hard to keep my eyes open.
My snickers are sloppy wet, and my clothes are soaking; cold and discomforting.
It is outrageous!!!
I want to go home~~!! Rolling and reading books and eating tangerines
I want to be LAZY~~!!

“Wedgie eee ~~ Ha Ha Ha”

My blood pressure… my vain… is sky rocketing.
My demonic friend is laughing so gaily… Tease-ya! Tease-ya! … With his Youth Power

I push so-called Baldy into the dark lake.
(I did not forget to give a forgiving Buddha smile)
“Bye~”

“Eh? SPLASH~ Ark~~!! Help~ Help me~”

Get that~ loser (^_^)
I feel much lighter seeing him desperately trying to get out of that wild lake.

Passing such frivolous episode,
In this chaotic, mind-blowing weather, I endlessly followed the person in front of me.

Then I see… the most peculiar show-case.
Glass beyond this gray horrifying weather… shows a totally different world.
Feels like looking into a warm, cozy café in a freezing winter storm.

It looks as if… it’s from other unknown dimension,
Somewhere not in this timeline.

People are having an outdoor party in one warm spring day.
Everyone, including a butterfly, is frozen with its warm sunny light
As if they are in a ‘stop motion’ spell.

Our guide says they are made out of wax,
But it looks too real, too lively.

Seems as if even airs stop motioning
A little child chasing a puppy,
His clothes are gently touched by a gentle wind.

A group of high-class ladies wearing light, clean clothes
Sit on an old couch,
Giggling and laughing about the newest fashion.
Are stopped

Gentlemen carrying their pipes, steaming with smoke
Sit around a glass table, playing cards

A submissive servant serves lemonade
To a gentleman with a beard of Charlie Chaplin

In this wonderful, almost perfect, scene,
There is a strange man who seems to be out of the picture.

He looks as if he is out casting the world,
Like an ugly duckling, he blankly stands alone in a corner,
Carrying his antique watch.

He certainly is no different from those gentlemen.
He wears old-fashion but clean suits with his whiskers.
Except for the fact he doesn’t looks sociable, he ‘is’ one of them.
But he is coldly ‘gazing’ at the whole scene… like us… the tourist.

A sudden question arises; did he bewitch them?

Anyway I wonder when they would wake up.
Everyone is playing Ice~!!
So I’d like to CRACK them free~ (he he)

Like ducklings following its parents
Keeping a line and orders
Others have faintly wobbled their ways with Guide

I am still thinking… deeply
And end up missing the crowd in this midst of terrifying storm.

Hmm…. this might be a 3D version of a picture… maybe…
It’s a sight reminding me Sleeping Beauty.

Someone tap lightly on my shoulder,
Calling me; Hey~
With husky voice is my long lost Baldy.

Somehow soaked to his bones like sunken mice
Shivering with a pale face
Poking my guilt conscious.

He is covered with seaweed and has no right shoe,
Wearing only a wet sock.

“Let’s get inside.”
I bundled him with my raincoat and pushed in the opposite direction
Of where others have gone to.

But he would not budge.

What?
Does he still want to tour? I glared at him with frustration.

I flinch back a little… somehow he has a cold look
Without any warning… he pushes me hard…
Toward the glass wall…

“Eh?”
Shockingly… I went through the glass wall… without any resistance…

“Huh?”
I confusingly stare at him. What was that for?
Then he gave the most spiteful smile I’ve ever seen and said,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

CRACK~!