TheShadow

I am half awake and realize I am dreaming. I don’t know how I managed to stay asleep, but apparently my dream senses were still intact because I managed to rub the ground in my dream while being more awake than not. I rub the ground and kept my eyes shut and I keep focusing on the dream and I start to fall backwards, rolling as I fall. I keep telling myself I’m dreaming as I fall. I realize that I am falling through the sky, heading downwards. My first thought is that if I can’t manage to fly, I’ll hit the ground and there will be a big explosion as if I were a meteor, but I will be fine. Almost immediately after I finish the thought, I roll over and put my arms out and am flying. I fly for a short while, not feeling any wind or seeing much of the ground or anything really around me, then I’m in my room. I am struggling not to be in the same position as my sleep body. I feel everything, and breathe in the air. I taste my mouth and am amazed by how realistic everything is. (*I think the taste in my mouth was actually my waking sense because it’s the same taste I’ve got now and I need to brush my teeth*) I am rolling around trying to stand up. I struggle with trying to get up and be steady for what seems like 2 or 3 minutes. My walls and roof have small metal circles every 6 inches or so, covering the entire left wall and roof. I don’t really see towards the wall where my desk is, but I’m fairly sure I see my desk. I look to the right wall where the head of my bed is, and between my bed and my desk there is a window. I think to myself, I was just flying ... a girl I know should be tapping me on the shoulder right now. Very shortly after I think this I wake up.

I was creating a map of spain, the north eastern half. Someone had said Barcelona, and I was thinking to myself, where is that? I look at spain and its divided into chunks, provinces. They closely resemble the hearts of Iron map. The north eastern quarter is perfect. I look over to the north western part and try to form the borderlines of the map there too. I look down to the centre and have a little trouble with burgos, but position Madrid properly. I follow the western side of spain, the border with Portugal, and divide it up properly. I get down to Seville, and have a little issue with the south eastern border of the province. I am trying to form it when i hear something about someones father putting some lumber camps down right at the southern part of it. The dream is slowly shifting to another part. Someone is saying isn’t it funny when your best enemy is also your best family? Somehow that is connected to someone telling me their dad is weird, all he does is play football on the 360.
I am watching a hockey game. One of the announcers says something, and repeats one word a whole bunch of times. A few seconds later he turns the mic up towards his face more, and says “feedback”. One of the hockey players on the ice now has a microphone, and he says “I like to think of us as a particle collision simulator on ice.” Some stuff is going on for a while, then I’m playing. I skate horribly slow, and everyone else is really fast. Someone is coming at me with the puck. I manage to slow them down and keep the puck away from them, but it goes between my skates and behind me. Some more stuff happens, and i realize that a lot of people are sitting down. It’s a leafs game and the leafs are down by 9 goals. I’m the only one still trying. The puck is in their end and their goalie is getting it. She gets it, but its now a football, and she’s holding onto it. I skate up to her and say “come on, give me a shot” ... she looks at the clock and shrugs, there’s only 10 seconds left. She throws the football, and i try to handle it but it bounces off to the right more, I get control of it but the clock is at like 2 seconds. I look at it then say, the football was too hard to control ... but then the announcer says “what’s going on with the clock!?” I look up and there’s 12 seconds now, instead of 2 (*i should have realized i was dreaming =(... but it was a hockey scoreboard and i don’t see those often. Also I was trying to score a goal*). I move the football towards the net, the goalie is looking at the clock and there’s an opening. I take it with only my right hand on the stick, facing in the same direction as the net, and i shoot it in, and score! I cheer, but we still lost horribly.