New guitar vid flying doesn't equal lucid... I'm with Asuka, HP and crew on a hill... our hangout it seems. Asuka tells me to RC. I float up a bit and then down. "I do that all the time... it's not a dream" Asuka facepalms. Ron taps me on the shoulder, he seems to be avoiding harry. "Hey... Tell harry I said blah blah blah blah" Ron says. "Grow some cojones and tell him yourself... it's not his fault his name was pulled from the goblet.. It's not what you think." More HP stuff. I remember vaguely being with Harry and hermoine in some room with a large table it was a supper for the three of us because we are the gryffendor participants in the tri wizard tournament. We are discussion strategies and what not. I seem tog et along with Harry well. I made him laugh somehow but I forget. Music I was in some weird music hall. I was given an ibanez bass to play. I was fingering a fairly difficult bassline from vivaldi's Folia. (the line is impossible to play on guitar unless you finger pick it.). anyway I was finger picking the line pretty tightly. Some guy said I should jam along with the what the other guys were playing.
Updated 12-07-2010 at 03:02 AM by 6012
09/02/10 I pull myself out of bed, even though I really don't want to. I'm tired, and miserable, and everything's just a bit blurry. I drag myself into the kitchen and sit down, staring into space. Really, this whole thing seems a little... off. I hold up my right hand. "Two, three, four, five, six." Seems normal. My hands are leaving little motion paths behind them, just like they would in a dream. I dismiss the phenomenon, though. The paths aren't distinct enough to really be noticeable. Never mind that I'm sitting in the back-room kitchen of the motel my grandparents used to own. Never mind the fact that my grandma sold this place years ago. I feel shadows forming in the corners of my mind, indicating traces of worm-like creatures on the verge of existence in the other room. I go still. If this was a dream, I could deliberately induce a nightmare. That would be fun. Maybe I am dreaming. I'm standing behind the glass doors to the patio, looking out over the lawn and the pine trees planted around the perimeter. There's a bunch of things I could be doing if this was a dream. I hold up my left wrist and bite down on the skin there. I catalogue my reactions. No pain, which doesn't strike me as strange, not really, because I can feel my teeth and lips on the skin there. I'm tired. End recall. Scare Factor: 1/10 Rating: 3/10
Updated 09-02-2010 at 10:22 PM by 31096
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