Alone With my Mind

Going to school is usually a painful experience, but today it wasn't as saddening as usual. Something about the air made it almost enjoyable. I walked by the performing arts center and called out to a friend ahead of me:

"Hey, Gloria! Wait up!"

I began to speed up, but something had stopped me in my tracks and made me look up at the sky. The horizon around me was not it's usual blue, in fact it was nearly completely black if it weren't for the many stars in the sky, but the area around me was twilit with an eerie orange tinge. I pinched my nose and as breath came through solid skin I also noticed, for once, I wasn't deaf in my dreams. I caught up to Gloria and walked into the school with her. To my surprise, I wasn't in my school and instead was gathered outside in a party with all my friends and some delicious looking food. I sat down at a bench and indulged in a pastry covered with a sweet sauce, and began to talk and eat. I didn't care for the endless green plains that lay to the right of me - the taste of chicken overpowered my craving for adventure. Unfortunately, this didn't last as long as I hoped. We sung happy birthday to someone, and I turned and said to a friend:

"Hey, isn't this great? Great food, great atmosphere."

"Yup," she replied, "it's beautiful out too."

"It would be just awful if some demons or something turned up here, huh?"

As soon as I had said that, everyone and their mother's eyes locked onto mine. Their faces contorted, revealing fangs, stretching out their ears into points, and reddening their skin. Realizing my voice has a power much more powerful than my thoughts, I shut my eyes quickly, somehow catching a quick, red, saturated glimsp of my sleeping self beginning to awake, and then forced my eyes open shouting, "Stop! There are no demons in this party!" But then it wasn't the same party anymore, and I was somewhere else.

Now my German class, I discovered that we have been having an ordinary potluck this whole time. The arbitrary chatter in the classroom was overwhelming, and I noticed some people's faces were contorting in a way I have seen somewhere else before. I walked outside to get some fresh air, and noticed I am holding a smoking bomb in my hand. I rushed frantically, and threw the bomb in a panic upwards. I began to run, but the bomb had fallen onto a slanted roof and rolled in my direction; it detonated just short enough not to dismember me, but enough to knock me unconscious.

I opened my eyes and realized that the bomb was lying there, vibrating ferociously, with no sign of explosion or charred ground except for one thing - my clothes. I stood up and every item I had been wearing blew away as dust in the wind. I stood there completely naked, grasping the bomb in my hand and then throwing it over a fence. I walked into the classroom, but it was no longer a classroom, it had been changed into a construction site. No one seemed to notice me as they pounded away on nails, no matter how much I talked to them. Suddenly overcome by fatigue, I slumped down on a wall and shut my eyes.