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    Clockworker's Dream Journal #8

    by , 07-02-2010 at 04:07 AM (404 Views)
    Graduation Trip

    I was with friends I'd met in kindergarten, some I knew from 3rd grade and others from 4th. We were in a bus going on a gradutaion trip. When we arrived there, there was party, a bbq, and me and four other friends decided to take a walk in the woods.
    We were now running, shoeless, to somewhere I still didn't know. I think someone complained about having no shoes and possibly getting their feet hurt, but we all agreed to keep on running the fastest we could. One of my friends took a horse, and everybody else decided to do so. We arrived on the place they wanted to take me to, and it was a beautiful ocean. There was a bridge that linked the land part to a place where you could admire the blue water closely, which I had only seen in drawings and pictures before (only on this specific dream, of course). I first was a bit scared of walking on that bridge, it was a tight-wooden bridge. I then realized there was no reason to be scared, for the bridge was taking me automatically towards the other part. The friend who was supporting me before (when I was still scared of doing that) disappeared. I was amazed by the beautiful view, and asked for a camera. Nobody had it, so I just kept on admiring the vast blue ocean.
    After sometime, I found a friend from school, and we decided to play as a band once again. A keyboard popped up and he had his bass with him. We started playing an industrial-rock beat, and I remember he gave me some instructions on which notes and tunes to play on the beginning of our song. I was talking with some other girl while he was playing the bass-guitar. I got distracted and forgot some parts of the beginning. I also recall finding it hard to play. My hands felt tired, just as if I was struggling to stay awake and feeling the blankets pushing my fingers down.
    I remember using the synth-echo effects and stuff like that.
    We had a live concert and it was all very surrealistic, including the crowd who watched us playing. It all seemed very unreal, and at the end we were applauded and everybody looked like they had enjoyed it. They also started stealing our equipments, and when we tried to stop them, we noticed it was a bit too late, so we just went away.

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