Magic Box

I am feeling too tired. I have an hour to waste. I decide to take a nap.

I am climbing up towards a treehouse, and while I am going up the rope ladder, I realize it is taking a long time to reach the top. I look down and all I can see are fluffy greenish clouds (or maybe they are trees/shrubs?).

Out of nowhere, I wonder how I got here. I can't remember. Then I realize I am dreaming. I pinch my nose with one hand while holding on to the ladder with the other. I can breathe! I instantly jump off the ladder and let myself fall through the cloudy thingies since I am certain it is a dream and I won't get hurt. It feels amazing and breezy.

The fall takes a while and I guess I am drifting off to a non-lucid because as I am falling, I am not thinking of anything, I am just letting my mind wander.

I end up having uneventful dreams about school, right before I wake up from my nap.

Finally! A lucid after two weeks of nothingness :3

This deserves a banana.

My body hurts, and I feel a bit suffocated.

I look down at myself and see thick rusty chains gripping my arms and upper body. I realize that I'm chained to a wall. A brick wall, to be exact. My feet are suspended about 2 feet from the ground. Strangely though, the hanging bit doesn't really hurt, only the tight pressure from the chains. There is a flickering light bulb hanging above me. I cannot see anything farther than 5 feet or so. There's just darkness. I try to squirm, in hopes of loosening the chains that are constricting me. It doesn't budge, so I give up and just go limp.

A few seconds later, I hear footsteps. Then I see a man coming up to me. It's Dean Winchester from that show "Supernatural". He is wearing boots, jeans and a plaid shirt with a jacket over it. I notice a knife in his left hand -- it's one of those huge carving knives that I see on cooking shows. It looks brand new too. I feel very scared, because I know he's gonna torture me, but I don't utter a word. He is just staring blankly at my face, in a zombie-ish way.

He comes closer and tugs the chains down. Instantly, they fall to the ground. However, even though I'm free from the chains, I'm still stuck against the wall, hanging and unable to move. It even feels like the chains are still there.

Dean suddenly grabs my left arm and slices it with the knife. The cut is about 3 inches long, and it looks very deep. It starts bleeding profusely. The bleeding itself doesn't hurt or anything, but the slicing part does. It's like that disturbing feeling you get when you hear the sound of a metallic object being rubbed against glass. Or that spine-tingling feeling you get from nails scratching a chalkboard. The cutting part truly feels painful.

I close my eyes and start crying. As I'm sobbing silently, Dean slices me again -- this time on my right arm. I jerk at sting of the knife penetrating my skin. I don't dare to open my eyes. SSSSSSK. Another slice on my left arm. SSSSSSSK. On my clavicle. SSSSSSSK SSSSSSK. Two more slices. I can't even remember where he cut me anymore. All I know is that I'm probably gonna bleed to death, and that I'll die hanging on this brick wall.

I keep closing my eyes, whimpering at every cut he makes. I'm not sure for how long it went on.

The next thing I know, I wake up in my bed, sweating like I just ran a marathon. But even then, I could still remember how every cut and slice felt -- torturous and agonizing.

This was a non-lucid dream I had the other night...


I am in a big room packed with people. It is like one of those spacious convention halls or something. The walls are a dark shade of blue, and the lighting is a bit dim and yellowish. I get the feeling that I'm in a mixer or social gathering or party or whatever. However, there aren't any food tables, waiters, or anything else for that matter. No music, no dancing, nothing. Just lots of people talking at the same time.

I just stand there, scanning people's faces, trying to think if I know any of them. I don't. I scan the room once again, and this time I notice something: everyone is cross-eyed. I don't know why I didn't notice this before, but as the realization dawns on me, I can't help but giggle at how silly everyone looks -- eyeballs pointing in different directions, and everyone's conversing with one another like nothing is wrong. I can't even tell what they are all talking about, there's too much murmuring.

Then a blonde woman from the corner of the room starts walking towards me. She pauses in front of me and whispers the word "Eyebrows." I don't know what in the world she means, but for some reason, I just nod approvingly, and then she walks away. Then a bald dude comes up to me, pauses, and whispers, "Toes." Once again I just nod approvingly and he walks away. Over the next few minutes, the pattern just keeps going. They all just whisper a body part, then walk away.

The dream starts to fade very slowly.

But then suddenly, out of nowhere, I see a cross-eyed Barney Stinson (wearing a suit, of course!) walking towards me. He stops in front of me, leans into my ear and whispers, "Earlobes."

I nod approvingly, like I did plenty of times before.

He stands back, smiles, and adjusts his tie.

Then I wake up from the dream.


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Until now, I laugh at how silly my dream was.



True story.

I open my eyes.

I am standing upright, and I feel a bit groggy from sleep. I look down at my body, and I see that I'm wearing a plain white t-shirt, denim jeans, and some generic black canvas shoes. I look to my left. Then to my right. I realize I'm standing in a small circular clearing. I see nothing but tall, yellowish grass all around me. I can smell the distinct fragrance of...wheat? I walk closer to the grass and I hold my hand out to touch it. Wheat indeed! I realize now that I am standing in the middle of a wheat field (Ya don't say!). The crops are up to my waist, and I am paranoid about snakes lurking beneath them. I decide to return to the middle of the clearing and lie down.

I fold my arms beneath my head and cross my ankles. I look up at the sky. Weird, I thought. It's so bright, yet my eyes don't hurt at all. I notice that there are no clouds -- just a clear, bright, blue sky. Suddenly, I hear a rustling sound in the distance. I lie there frozen, and I instantly close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. (Like it's gonna work )

I hear light footsteps coming closer towards me. Then a young girl's voice whispers into my ear, "Open your eyes. Talk to me." Her voice sounds vaguely familiar, I just can't put my finger on it.

At this point, I am not sure if she is indeed a nice girl who wants to talk, or if she's trolling me. Hell, she might even be just some super buff ginormous dude with a tiny girl's voice waiting to murder me!

I slowly open my eyes, and to my surprise, I see myself kneeling beside me! The little girl is me! At least the 10 year old version of me. And she is also wearing exactly the same clothes as I am. I cautiously sit up, and shift into a squatting position. She stands up, walks in front of me, and squats as well. "Ask me anything you wanna know," she says. "Anything?," I ask. "Anything. But only one," she replies.

I look down at the ground and think for a moment. Ffuuu, I have no idea what to ask. And this is a bit awkward..talking to myself and all. After a minute of awkward silence, I finally think of something. "Aha! I know what to ask you," I tell her. "What?," she replies. I take a second to gather my thoughts before finally asking, "What is the biggest realization I will have in my life?"

I look at her, and she immediately starts standing up. She slowly pats the back of her jeans, after which she turns her back and proceeds to walk away. "Wait!," I shout. "The answer...what is it?," I ask her.

She pauses, then turns to face me.

"Jesus is Asian."

She turns her back again and slowly walks away into the wheat field.

I stand there, stunned. In epiphany. HOLY CRAPAMOLEY! Jesus IS Asian!!

Everything fades to black.

I start to awaken from my dream.

I open my eyes.

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LOL. This was non-lucid and I don't mean for it to be preachy and/or racist.