Kinapped....Transported to a parallel universe.

This is a very different story. I drew diagrams about it.
I do smoke, and I used to be a ferquent cutter up until abuot 2 weeks ago.
this dream ispired me to read A LOT about dreams and dream recall...and join this website.

I have had many dreams like these... I will post more, as I have a collosal word document about a year old thats served as a dream journal. Lately... I've been dreaming every night since this dream, and using techniques. I've started taking melatonin...and thats made things....well weird.

Grab your cup of coffee and take your bathroom break this ones long.
Cursewords and inside references are in here as well. An inside reference...well I have a lot of reoccurances in my dreams.

When I nodded off to sleep, it felt like I was waking back up again. I resisted, for I wanted to continue sleeping.
I opened my eyes to realize that I wa lying on a cold stone floor..... Some of my thing were lying around me.
I could feel my eyes open, and I could feel myself moving around on the floor. I looked upwards then around the room. The first thought in my head was "Why am I here?". I kept wondering What I was doing here, and why in the world wasnt I sleeping. I Honestly didnt think I was dreaming. I thougth I was abducted..and moved here. My laptop was here, and so was my ipod and its charger. Other odds and ends were there, as if someone has told me 'you have 10 minutes to get all your things out that you are about from your room and come with me'.
The room was polygonal... And it had no walls...it was all columbs. It had 4 essential sides, two of which were angled and made up one. It was like a square with a triangle attached to one side. The columbs were stone and had intricate designs and panels carved into them.

I pulled myself up, when suddenly from a side room came a man dressed ornately. I was wearing exactly as I was when I went to sleep. Dress pants and a black Jnco dragon Tshirt, a scratch up watch, and an ipod fixed to my hip. Even my cell phone was there, although not on its clip, as I've lost the clip.
The man was old and grizzly, his eyes were of a very dark blue. In the air hovered two brown marble balls garnished with electrical power. He held a third magic ball in his hand. He said "Welcome"
I asked "Where am I?" I stood up and headed for the two flights of stairs that led down. Two curving staircases spiraled downward intercepted one another then plnged out of sight to th lower levels of whereever I was.
"Dont do that please..everyone always likes to go down there first".
"What do you mean?"
"Everyone comes here, some time in their life, most never escape, because they see me and run. They run until they cant run anymore, and the temple goes on forever."
"Why am I here?"
"As I said before, everyone comes here."
"What is going on?" I curled up into my little ball of fright that I always do. "I just want to get out of here"
"Listen, I've been here a long time, I'm still trying to find a way out"
"Then why wont you let me go outside?"
"Because wherever you go, you cant go that way. I promise you your death and torture, and I promise it will last for an eternity if you go down those stairs."
"What do I do? How can I go back home? I just want to go back."
"Funny thing, you always said you wanted an adventure outside your own world, and when you recieve one, you turn it down."
"How do I even know how to trust you?"
"If you dont, and I see you running down those stairs, or wake up to find you gone, I will kill you myself. I will push you down those damn stairs. Everyone who runs down them winds up killing eachother anyway, so someone else, will find you and probobly kill you. Sit."
"I need a cigarette" At this point I start to feel really strange. The air tasted funny. It was cool, the skies were visible and so very grey. I found my grey jacket that I wear now, and opened up the pockets. I did find a cigarette and decided to smoke one.
He didnt stop me, but said "These are the only doorways you will use for the time being."
"Why do people always go down the stairs? Because, well, when you walk through the doorways, you hallucinate the things you fear most are stangding at the other end. People treat this like a nightmare and run?"
"Is this a dream?" I had to know.
"Absolutely not."
"What is this? You mean if I fall through the windows or go down those stairs I will die?"
"yes"
"What is this? Just tell me how to get out of here, this place is making me sick"
"How many times have you tried to wake up? I bet your trying right now, I can see your eyes rolling back into your head. Give it up, you are here to stay, this is not a dream."
"But I went to sleep."
"Silence...just come this way."
"But you said that way was bad."
He materialized a staff...walk through that doorway, or this will meet the back of your head."
"No wonder everyone takes the stairs, if they dont, they have to contend to you"
"And you are my lucky one."
"And you dont even know my name." I said and lowered my head.
He led me down the hall, I didnt hallucinate at all. He mumbled something about all the hallucinating I did in reality without the influence of drugs that made me block the visions. he told me of what he saw. He said he saw a thin man who looked like me before, then threatened me again. I stopped paying attention. The initial shock of being kidnapped had worn off already, and I was just anxious to look around.
The pooly lit wall led to an aviary. It had no walls, of course, and it had a circlular pit in the middle that was converted into a giant couch/bed. The walls were the same, and carved with intricate markings and were very tall. The top was painted. It looked like it belonged to the roof of a chapel from the 15th century. The man stated that his room was the same, only it had a library. He summoned a series of books and they hit the floor sending dust all over the place. I looked up at him and said "What do you want?"
"You have to read these and study them. Grab your things and bring them here."
"My computer will only last for 2 hours without a plug in."
"You have yet so much to learn. Where do you think you are, the dark ages? There are plenty of outlets that fit your computer. They will require you go downstairs for that. I guarantee if you take that computer down there, you wont have it for much longer."
So I dragged out my black Sociology notebook and turned to where yesterdays Sociology notes had been taken.
I started to write what I read in the books. They spoke in very difficult English and the writing was very hard to read. It was like a sloppy cursive.
They told a lot about where I was.
It had no name, and the act of naming it was wrong.
It was a nameless place without time in the absolute middle of nowhere in the universe. It seemed like the books were aimed at me and read more like novels than a science textbook. They told how several people run through this place several times.
So i walked across the hall. The wizard man was curled up asleep. He trusted me not to go down the stairs.
"Have I been here before." I was the hostage, I had priority over his sleep.
"yes. Leave me alone."
"I have? Why dont I remember?"
"Just look back to a time in your life you spent in an underwater palace."
"But that was a dream" Well that was a dream though.
"You havent realized have you. For now, this is your reality. This is your world. You will not leave until you're ready. Go away, make use of your time."
"But Im hungry."
"No your not, you do not feed here, you are enslaved by magic."
"I want food."
"If I can transmute a pack of cigarettes, would you go away?"
"Sure."
And right on the floor there was a pack of smokes. Black package, no label, no cellophane. I never did smoke them, but I thought about it. I did very little smoking in this rtip.
I eventually just fell asleep in the room.
He came in to wake me up "Start your training."
"What?"
"Start training now. You read the little red book didnt you? Start training."
"I dont get it. How can I read in a time like this? You dont even know whats going on, in fact, I oughta walk down those stairs right now."
"Fine, I will train you myself."
"No, I want out of here. Now. This is getting fucking stupid. I want to get out of here so I can get my ass home. I got a long weekend ahead of me."
"I told you time passes not in here."
"I want out of here. Maybe you cant get that, I want out of here."
"Take this instead"

And I appeared in a red room. In the time of a blink the previous room turned into another room...a red room with lots of recangular stones on it and white power outlets.
"Where am I now?"
"You will learn to use your mind here."
"There is no way out of this room!"
"Except if you teleport my dear friend."
"How do I get out of here?"
"This is your room, look it has electrical outlets and props for all your devices. Including your music box"
I had never even thought about my ipod being in my pile of stuff until now. "Guy, please just let me out. I dont want to be here anymore."
"To get back to where you were before, you have to teleport out of here. When you finally do go down those stairs, you will be thankful that I showed you this."

It took nearly an hour. It was basically a complicated thought process that had no real name or never really existed. You had to think of things and move them in a certain order. Teleportation was either perfect, or it never happened. You had to know precisely where you were going before it happened. Since I only knew of two locations.. Yes, I did try to teleport back to my dorm room. The man chuckled at that too.

At this point I become depressed. I went to bed, deciding that the man knew what he was doing.
He soon became very ill and told me that he was going to die. I had little idea how to react. I knew he didnt deserve to die.
He then handed me a neclase, and told me that it'll let me come back up the stairs.

The doors seal behind you when you go down the stairs. He then told me that at the top of the stone pillar was the exit. A port out of here, but nobody knew it. Nobody realized it. And above all it was a tower and nobody could climb it.
For the next 3 or 4 hours, I tried to climb that thing using any and all ways possible. I looked up and saw the wizards aviary where he was standing, watching me. He wanted me to come back up the stairs because he needed a cure.

I found that the temple was infinitely massive....
It just went on and on.
The stairs led to a courtyard. The floor was a glimmering pool of orange water. The catwalks that criscrosseed the lake were of some kind of ornate metal. There were 3 major exits. Two along the sides, and one at the end. The one at the end looked more promising, as the side exits led to more and more and more hallways.
The exit at the other end required a blue key to open the door. This reminded me a lof of Doom. And I said "I've been sucked into a video game". I turned around and there were 5 armored creatures standing right behind me.

I woke up back where I had woken up at the beginning yesterday.
He said they took all my stuff, save for my clothes.
This is why I was given a red room, for nothing here can port save for a living human being.

i was angered, but I didnt have my iPod with me, meaning it was still in my room.
I went in and found it...and put on The Beatles - While my guitar gently weeps. I buried my face against the covers in my pit, and cried. I felt the covers against my face, and how moist they got. I just cried I had nothing else to do. The rooms led on forever, and I was never going to leave this place.
I fell asleep yet again, and woke up rubbing my eyes.

I ventured down the stairs again, with no valuables on me. And took the right exit (see drawings). I found it led to a big open area with the blue key in it. I took it, it glowed and was so pretty. I played with it in my hands. I decided I was going to die in this nasty place, but at least this key was really cool looking. I snuck back to the blue doror and opened it.

I went to the area...and saw my first human beings other than the wizard. Shops were run along the sides of the large room. they said "Another outsider" and tried to sell me stuff. I had no money, except for about 80 cents in my wallet back at the other place. They then mentioned something about the Thieves. Little humanoid creatures in big suits of armor. They were dangerous. They had been in this place for too long. The temple is so massive, few ever make it back here. The Thieves were just a group of people who got together to torture new comers and look for a way out.

I asked where the hallway leads. They said it led to a palace. I decided the palace would have answers, both for the man and myself.
I walked up to a massive aviary with many flights of stairs leading to the palace. I saw a woman standing there.
"Excuse me miss."
She turned around. She was shockingly georgeous. She was wearing an elaborate red dress that looked kind of midevil.
I told her I was looking for a cure for this old man who lived in this tower. I tried to tell her where I was from. She said "Your another outsider. I was one once a very long time ago. The man is dead already. Everyone sees him, and spends a few days with him. He does the best he can. You best read amongst his library."
"Are you nuts? I have a weekend ahead of me. People will notice I'm gone. Im a college student at ASU. Appalach"
"Why do you always assume the same thing? Time does not pass here."
"I want to get the fuck home, God Damnit!" I shouted and fell to the floor. I didnt care how much progress I've made, I was still here and not back at my dorm.
I sat there on my knees and just said "Help me"
"Ive been here for 13 years now, you get used to it. You have to find a job in order to stay."
"So i wont find a job."
"Everyone does that. They wander around, get torn to pieces by the theives, get chased by the wild animals, get pulled under in the water, they dont find a job."
"And they get out right?"
"They do get out all right, they die here. The monsters here track the lazy ones of the temple and take them under the water outside your tower. The water leads to a horrible place. People are burned alive and forced to work for the great machines which build the temple. This place was assembled by human flesh. See to it that yours isnt added to the collection."
At this point I freaked out and screamed out loud "Why am I here?" I paniced. It was real. I had been kidnapped and taken to some country ot something. How did they get me to leave my dorm? Why was I here? I was so very scared. This was REAL! That was the worst part. I continued to try and wake up.
She gave me some medicine and took me downstairs.

The stairs led to a large room with a massive window. It was dark, but it was a view to the real world. I saw a line of trees streaching to the horizon. There was a multicolored sunset as opposed to the 24 hour grey. The window overlooked a mssive cliff and I could see mountains in the distance.
"Where am I?"
She stood for a long time "I dont know, but I know from the books of the wizards place, that this temple is a world, and on this planet there are a lot of worlds, this is merely the tip of the actual world."
I sat down on a stone slab and glanced at the odly placed power outlet there. Other than the red room, I had never seen them here. I asked her about it. Then I asked her which part of the real world was from. Then she told me that this is the real world.....the world I was in was the dream. I asked if there were other people...she said they run about the temple.
I went back to the tower.
I saw the wizard, he was chasing a girl with a bright green shirt. She looked to be of 14. I shouted at her and she just ended up running randomly in the temple. The stairs sealed off, then flicked back open, the wizard faded. I still had access..she would see a wall if she tried to return. Her things in the floor had faded. I lit up another cigarette and sat in the empty library.
I fell asleep...again...

day 3;
I fished a razor blade form my pocket when I woke up and cut my forearms, and my wrists.

I didnt go deep enough, and I passed out and woke up hours later still alive, in a small pool of blood. I tied makeshift bandages aruond my wrists, and cleaned off the blade, in case I would try again.
I thought of something different. I emptied the shelves, emptied every piece of furniture and inspected it. I felt along every single wall in that room. I then just laid back and fell into the bedding...and hit something. I yanked up the blankets, there was a book buried. It was entitled "The way out". I opened it and a gust of wind came form the book. It was the weirdest thing ever. It was an easy read, very short. It was an escape manual!

The exit was atop the tower. Somehwere in the temple was a switch. It lowers a chain down the side of the building, then you grab the chain and it takes you back up. Then it said "Beware: Significant Opposition Eminant".
I was going to save the girl in the palace too. I was getting out of here. I had to get a job. I started to keep a journal writing in my sociology notebook what was happeneing and drawing myself maps. I didnt get much done on this day,....

In the afternoon, I got a job. I was a pottery sorter for a shop. The shop was so large...and that pottery was weird shaped. Then I felt something bad. Someone was standing behind me while I was sorting.
A nasty corpse looking man with neon blue hair. "You found the book. It doenst work, for everyone always finds another to save. You came here alone, you must leave alone". I put up the strange decor in my hands and turned around. The man was gone. At this point I became numb to dead people walking around. Everyone here seemed to be in various stages of decay.

I then went to the temple, and mapped it out slowly. I dont know how much time I spent here. It lasted severel days actually.
It took me a long time, but I found a switch, and pulled it. I wont even go into detail of how many places I saw. It was absolutey crazy.
I started walking back, following my maps, and soon realizing that the ground was shaking. I made it to the open area as fast as I could.

I reached the courtyard, charged through the blue door, then to the palace where she was standing. I led her to the downstairs room and told her we are getting out of here. At that moment, some really bad shit happened. The wall to my left collapsed and black shadow like creatures came, and the ceilig started to fall. She threw me a sword, and I kicked every last one of their asses.. I couldnt believe it. Then the room caved in. I found her struggling to hold up this wooden beam on top of her. She was about to be forced into the ground, she was shaking, crying. Dirt filled the air and I could see blood running down her arm. I pulled the beam to the side. I noted all the shadow creatues were gone. With no ceiling the view of the sunset over the vast feild of trees, was sheer awesomeness.

I then led her back. The chain was there, but there were tons of people trying to pull at me. They got more violent. They wanted out too. More and more people were coming in....Hoards of people were screaming. "Why are we here" and wandering aroudn so horribly. I grabbed the girl, held her tight, then ported to the red room. I grabbed my things and returned to the courtyard. The stairs had collapsed and people were just running off the edge, pushing one another. There were so many people, and they were panicing. More and more came in and the world was filling up, nobody woudl organize. Some groups formed but more people kept making everything confusing. The girl soon bit my arm, and told me to let her go. She said she had been here for so long, that there was no reason in going back. I was infuriated, but dove into the water, killing my ipod and laptop. I grabbed the chain, and decided I had to let go of my stuff to save it. I was drenched in orange water and an elevator came out of nowherre...sending me to the top of the tower. I stood right next to the port. The wizard was there, and he said "are you ready to go?".
I said "yes yes let me get the hell out of ehre. Its monday already. People are worrying about me. I ahve been here since Friday."
"Well, this is the end of round one, see you in a bit."
"You mean its not over?" I cried.
"Oh no, you will be coming back to places like this later on in your life. Do you really want to go? The people have gone. You could be happy here if you gave it a chance."
"What are you talking about? I realized that there were tears coming down my face. I said "I just want this to end. I want everything to go back to the way it was back when everything was normal".
"Youll be back, or"
I walked towards the spinning ball of energy, and stepped in. Everything shook, and I felt sick as my insides were turned inside out.
I gagged and curled up into a ball. I fell towards this big panel. In metal letters on the panel it said "End II"
"Twelve Thousand ...(and some number) left to go".
The panel opened. I saw white writing on a door in front of me...
The door opened and I was wondering "what the hell is going to happen now" and suddenly I was lying on my side facing the wall of my dorm.....


MUZIK: Roachford - Feel For Me.

11-15

I awoke in a dormitory on a soft white bed (kinda funny, cause I sleep on a vinyl matress...with no matress cover of couse). My roomate/best friend had long since left the tiny room on this early morning. Today was mid December, in 1942.
A futuristic kind of 1942. Machines were steam powered, and there was plenty of metal and microtechnology. Nearly everything was made of metal. It had something to do with preventing microwave radiation or something from the aircraft. Rock is the name of the short, blonde, apiky haired bast friend of mine. Since this dream only took place in one day I only had the memory of him wearing one thing. A red T-shirt with a large White "V" on it with some sort of corporate lettering. We were pilots of these computerized aircraft (they looked kinda like large mechanized jets). The clothing, the music it was all from the early 1940s. That swing kinda jazz and slow songs with poor sound quality. Radios were nowhere in sight. I never once saw a musical radio, so they must be imbedded in the walls or we had them in our minds. I heard music. I know what 1940s music sounds like. I like that sound.

I wandered to my office. It was a room full of desks. I sat down, my desk was next to the sargents. Smoking was allowed in the room, for it had big windows, dingy walls, and a dozen ceiling fans.
The sun lit the room a bright yellow, for it was morning and the suspended ceiling lights werent bright enough to make a difference. I had a really cool telephone. I had a weird looking computer that retracted into the desk. I also had a black tower which held shelves for storing papers. These papers had my signature on them and had to be signed. I sat down and looked across the room. The sargent came in, and tossed another bulky cigarette lighter into the pile on the right side of his desk.
The sargent was a big, muscular man with a bald head (which usually had a hat on top of it) and a pencil thin mustache. He would collect lighters by bumming them and forgetting to bring them back. He had a big pile on his desk. I would borrow from the pile and forget to bring them back.

He stopped in with an elongated cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and sat down in his leather chair..

I ordered the computer to appear on my desk. A big complicated machine it was, a thick machine with a distorted CRT display. The display stuck out of the unit. To the side of it, there were rudders where immense heat would come out of. There were vacuum tubes there, and I had a special drawer full of replacemtn tubes and cards, for these machines would only run for about 2 days before something needed to be replaced. I wiped some sweat from my forehead. The room was pretty hot. Everyone else was quietly at work punching keys and writing papers by hand.

Soon an alarm sounded. It was break time. i found myself wandering along outside the flight hangers with Rock. Rock was one of the more interesting people. He told me of what we were doing this afternoon. There is a floating city by the name of Ranjin, and we were to attack it, and cause parts of it to drop. It was an immense platform over the pacific ocean about 300 miles away from us. Rock was going to be my copilot, for he was more versed with the newly installed computer navigation systems. I saw no point to putting computers in planes. They were so large and broke down so often.

It was morning, and we were on the beach. The entire base was located near the beach. If you didnt take off in time, you woud hit the ocean. There were ancient towers found throughout the island, powered by Oil. Oil is a blood red substance capable of being used to produce immense amounts of energy. yesterday, Rock had found where someone found some of this, and spent their days in one of these old towers, building toy trains.

The hangers were large and boxy and had white numbers and letters on them. (I drew a diagram of the base).

We were soon called in. Since we were head pilots, we had the entire day to relax until we attacked the defenseless city. The set off time was 3:00pm.

We were only to destroy some of it, bringing only one tower to fall into the ocean.
3:00 rolled around faster than I had predicted.
Me and Rock were given a modular aeroplane. It was a really cool looking aircraft that would split in two. The pilots each had their own canopies, and we could talk via radio.

We were suited up and about 8 machines flew into the air as we suited up, and lauched off the end of the runway. Rock was excited, he loved flying. I saw it as another chore. I noted that here I stated that I preferred underground raids over air raids.

We climbed higher into the sky, all around us was ocean and it streached to the horizons. It appeared solid, all the rippes and waves were so far down below. The giant metal structure came out of nowhere seemingly, clouds and fog had obscured it.

The city was 6-7 steel girders with anti-gravitational pods attached to them. Giant machines clung to these, supporting beams as thick as buses that held up the city. The city was a collection of buildings sitting in the palm of a hand, which was a giant unknown machine.
It had rhudders everywhere that expelled steam, and was powered by mere droplets of Oil.

It was 60 degrees out, we were reportedly near Hawaii.
The sun illumated the metal and some of it shone like diamonds.
Plants grew all over the machines and vines hung from all the massive support towers.

There were lots of Chrismas lights on (at 3 in the afternoon)...and they were blinking, strung from the cities many metallic crevasses.

Rock seperated his craft from mine...and went on a shooting spree, basically frying everything that either moved, or stood still too long. I smiled as he was howling. I saw him fly past me as I homed in on the gravitational pod fo the target tower. I blasted the living crap out of it with weapons I can not describe. Vibrant colors. The damage they did was almost as amazing to look at as the flow of colorful lights and gases they left in their wake. The tower shook and lights failed on part of the city. It was breaking free. Rock was spotted on the complete opposite side of the city, blasting away at everything in general.

I spun around, I didnt care to see a massive tower fall into the ocean taking some 15,000 people's homes and businesses with it. We were so far up, I wondered what it would be like to be part of a city floating in the air, then suddenly falling for 12-13 seconds into the ocean.

I plowed downward. Rock flew beside of me then out flew me just to show off how much better of a pilot he was. If only his aim were better, Im sure he hit more machines and virtually indestructable beams than actual people, even though he would brag otherwise.

We returned to base. I was the last to land....

Dusk came and I fired up a cigarette while the Sargent depbriefed me between cigarette puffs.

It was getting night, and Rock summoned me to the tower to see the toy trains he'd found. I came along and he asked if I had seen the harbor in Boston before. I said 'sure'...and sure enough he showed me the model. It was modeled down to every exact detail. It was so cool looking. Then he produced two bottles of liquid. His pockets were clanking, and I asked what he had taken. He had stolen the pile of lighters on the Sargents desk. I said I'd tell if he didnt give me one, so I took this one enormous lighter (more like a torch) with a tiger striped can with a bottom with a red heart and crossbones on it.

He handed me the bottles. One was red, one was yellow. He told me to taste the yellow one. It tasted like Crisco. So I handed it back and he put it in the cabinet. I refused to taste the red one. He said it was Oil, and that had to be the largest quanitity ever seen. These ancient towers used to form a massive energy grid. The old hobbiest had found it, and simply poured a drop in the generator that powered the trains. The model trains would probobly run for thousands of years after the man had died.

I returned to the Sargents desk. He was pissed and was fumbling with a lighter. I took out an empty red lighter of mine and took his (also a tiger striped torch) and used the mechanism on mine to replace the one on his full ligther. It took a few seconds, for I knew a lot about these things. He was amazed.
He said he should give me a promotion.

I turned to walk away from his desk....and I woke up.

11-16

NOTE: There is a guy in here named Dale, but he is not our Dale. He looks a little bit like him and talks a little bit like him, but I dont know if he is or not.

"Ryan" Dales voice woke me up in a dimly lit cigarette smoke infested restaurant.
I said "Did I fall asleep".
"Yes, you did. You are a bad person. He was talking to you and you just put your head down. But Dustan wants to show us something."
I knew Dale was kidding so I just smirked and drank from my warm glass of tea.

A black Ford Genicon was our means of transport.
(I keep dreaming of thses cars!)

Fog engulfed the city. I dont remember its name. It was a cool place though. We drove through the dead of night to a factory on a corner street. The parking lot was immense. Nobody was there. Dustan had been learning reality changing methods, and was about to show us something.
Dale was getting impatient, as Dustan was very prone to doing stuff like this and only pulling our legs (mostly Dales).
And sure enough, we turned around and all of a sudden he was behind us and about 6" taller than us. Dale looked down and said "What the heck are you standing on?"
I gasped as he floated....upwards. He angled and did some strange turns and curves aroudn the factory. We stood there in awe as he moved through the air. Dustan was flying. Dustan Holland, the crazy guy that everyone likes...was flying. he was...flying. I dont get it.
I was confused. I wondered if I was dreaming (did I mention these Melatonin Dreams are hyper realistic?).

Dale said "I can see my breath, and Im wearing shorts, its too cold." I didnt notice the cold, for I was standing next to a warmer light.
I was to drive back home. We all lived together in a 2 story house. I drove slowly through the fog. The city looked very mechanical. There were pipes and wires everywhere in the city. LCD panels were all voer everything. All the buildings were steel and concrete and in various stages of decay. A faded blue flourescent light marked our home.
"Wheres everyone else?" Dale asked.
"Their cars are not here." Dustan replied.
"Dustan did you really just fly?" I asked.
I parked the car, ever so carefully in the garage. I shut the door. We had to leave the garage to enter the house. There was also anohter garage on top of ours. I just thought about it as I walked into the house. Our view outside was that of a dimly lit night of blue fog highlighted by multicolored lights. We stepped inside. Dustan kicked some of Siners CDs aside as we walked in. I set the keys on the counter. We went upstairs...then into the attic. Siners bed was in the attic, but we all spent the most time there. Thats where our computers were, and it was pimped out. There were beds and computer everywhere and it was disorganized. We had a microfridge and everything.

We went about some random business for a while. Dale drew my attention from my computer takling about being bored. I grabbed the car keys, we were going to the hydroelectric power station.
The power station was old and worked only when the fusion station was having problems. It was rusted and the concrete was crumbling. This was the only real place for kids our age to hang out. It was littered with beer cans and cigarette buts. We pulled to the edge of the city, then down a big marshy hill along a muddy road. Only an SUV could make the trip.

We pulled up to where the road ended and the trail up to the dam began. There were plenty of mud tracks indicating that little jeeps had driven all over this place. We wandered up through the broken gate and to the overlook. The dam was a two part dam. There was one massive wall where we stood.... the water came from an underground, manmande river. The actual dam was 150 feet away from the wall and was about 100 feet smaller than the wall. The gap between the wall and the dam housed this pit of water. It was just a big pit. There were stairs on either side and ladders in between which were used by the Operators and construction personell. Basically we stood on a wall next to a chasm 150 feet wide and very very deep.

We spent a lot of time here before. This was out universal boredom solution, for there were always people here to hang out with. People would jump into the chasm.... very very few would. But everyone would talk about doing it. It was the ultimate plunge. most of everyone who did it, died though, but it was still something to think about doing. Or an easy way to dare a drunken effigy to take his own life.

Nobody was there, and we sat there smoking cigarettes in the maintence house for a long, long time. We were bored and Dustan suddenly gets up and said that he was going to jump. Dale yelled at him for it, and they argued about it for a long, long time.
"Fine go ahead and jump, if thats what you want to do to get attention".
"Its so not like you to do something this dumm".

And then, right before our eyes, he did....
and accidentally flew. His flying was instinctive, and how he was spiraling out of control, headed for the actual dam. He was yelling, and cursing. He hit one of the control towers on the dam and stopped for a second. We thought he'd stay there, but nope, he slid out of sight and for what we thought was certain doom. Dale ran to get help. I stood there in complete shock.

Then he appeared behind me. He was like "That was so freaking stupid".
I noticed he was.....uh....leaking orange goo.
"Dude, you got goo coming out of you."
"So? let the goo come out of me if thats what it wants."
"I cant belive this. This is not happening."
"Whered that mutha funk Dale go?"
"He thought you died."
"If I had died, I would have told you that I died. Did I tell you that I died?"
"Your not making any sence, Dustan?"
"Not Makin?"
"yes. Not making is waht your doing."
"Uhh.... you lost me. Lets just get out of here. I left my cigarettes"

We reached the hill to find the Genicon still there....only with a massive Operator vehicle coming towards it. A broadcaster was yelling at us about something or another. We were in trouble. So Dustan started up the Genicon, even though he was leaking orange goo.

We found ourselves back home. We were sitting in the dining room waiting for the others to get back. We just sat there, I glanced at the blinds. We had seen the Operator vehicle go by every now and then. The Operators were designated elitests who helped to rid the dam of people using any means necessary. At this time of night, they would chase people at random. I got Dustan to sit on a table and I picked up some of the goo that was coming out of him.

"Eat my goo!" he said.
I looked at him crazy. Dale thought there was nothing weird about Dustan leaking goo. But I remember playing with the goo in my heands, because it was like jello. It was cold too.
"Dustan are you some kind of robot or something."
"Yes, Ryan, I am really a robot. Geez"
Dale was watching TV. The living room/dining room was nicely furnished. Baige furniture and white carpet and soft ligthing and a big screen TV. Of course Siner put up some gothic metal posters and some paintings just to confuse people who walked into the normal looking room.

I sat down on the couch, I glanced over at Dustan nobody seemed to care that everything in reality was funked up. I put my hands over my head and said "I must be dreaming or something".

I layed there until I woke up.