Twoshadows

"Oh no, it happened again.
He's cool, he's hot, he's my friend er...PE Teacher"

It was the first day of school. I wasn't looking forward to my PE class. I walked into the gym and joined the group of kids that were in the same class as me. The teacher walked in...and what a surprise to see that it was Tom DeLonge. I instantly decided that PE wasn't going to be as bad as I had originally thought. He was wearing a golden yellow T-shirt and long black shorts.

He told us the first thing that he would be doing would be to teach us a bunch of short exercises that we would need to do everyday. He told us to take notes. He demonstrated each exercise, then we would do it, then we would write it down on our papers. I remember one particular exercise I had trouble getting right. It was called something like Jump Back. We were supposed to jump backwards into a squating position and from there jump up into the air. For some reason I kept trying to go down into a push-up before the jump. I had to repeat this several times to get it right. I hoped Tom wasn't watching me mess up, but part of me was hoping he'd notice how good I was as push-ups.

Finally he told us to turn in our papers. He said he hoped we had taken good notes, and that he expected at least 3 pages worth of notes from each of us. I looked at my paper. I had filled only half a page. I had no idea that we were supposed to be turning this in. I had thought it was for personal reference only. My writing was a mess. I had two places I had scribbled out whole lines of writing. I hadn't really written much besides the name of the exercise and a few stick figures to remind me of the few exercises I wasn't familiar with.

I decided to go talk to Tom. He was with a group fo people, but I worked my way in and stood by him until he acknowledged me. I held my paper to him and told him that I hadn't known that we were supposed to be turning these in. He looked at my paper. I told him that I knew most of these exercises already so I didn't write much down. He knodded as if that made perfect sense. And he smiled at the stick figures that I had drawn. I asked if it would be better to turn it it now as it was or if I should take it home and write it up much better. He told me that it would be fine to take it home and do what I felt I needed to do to it. He then smiled at me, and I could tell that he was glad that I was in his class. It made me happy.

3-20-08


A Lucid Dream.

I don't remember where the dream started, but I was walking across the street toward my mom's house. I looked on the ground and saw a scorpion. My first thought was to go grab my camera. Then I saw a second scorpion.

I looked and saw that they were coming from this box. I looked in the box and then saw a fat Black Widow crawl out. I continued to watch with a mixture of fascination and horror, as dozens of scorpions and BWs slowly climbed out of the box and onto the dirt driveway where I was standing.

Something about this scene made me question my state. At first I dismissed the idea that I was dreaming because this was real. I know what dreams feel like and what reality feels like. This was simply too real to be a dream.

But at the same time, I remembered how frustrated I had been at myself lately for missing so many obvious dream signs. And that if I later found out that this was a dream, and that I missed the perfect opportunity to become lucid, I would really be mad at myself.

So as I walked again twoard my mom's house, I jumped into the air to see if I could fly. I went up and came right back down. I felt silly for trying. This was reality. But I decided to give it one more try. I jumped out and kicked myself forward....and I totally surprised myself when I continued to glide ahead in the air.

I was thrilled that I was actually dreaming when I was so sure that I wasn't. I hadn't been expecting the chance to have this experience. I was extremely thankful that I hadn't given up.

I started to fly. The land behind my mom's house dropped off and I was flying high over a valley far below.

All of a sudden the dream began to fade. I had the attitude of, "Don't you dare..."

I reached out and rubbed my hands on my arms like I did in the last LD. I noticed the same way of how my hands left like they were part of my physical body, but yet I could move them around my body whith out bumping into my sleeping body on the bed.

The hand rubbing did the trick.

There is a fuzzy place here that I don't remember what I did. I think I might have flown in a store.

But at some point I remembered that I needed to try some tasks, I remembered that I told Nothin7 that I would try some of his experiments. I tried to remember what they were.

I decided that the first one was to write a sentence. I was outside of a house. I decided to fly inside. I landed by a table and looked until I found a pen. I then found a paper. It was written on, but had spaces around the edges. I knew I didn't need much room to write a sentence, so this paper would work good enough for me. I carefully wrote, "I NEED TO WRITE A SENTENCE FOR NOTHING7." I was actually a little surprised that it was easy to do and that I had no trouble at all doing it. It wasn't until later in retrospect that I realized I used all caps to write it, and I never wirte in caps these days (I went through a stage as a teenager when I did. Maybe this is significant because I often go back to being a teen in my dreams.)


I then tried to remember the next thin I was supposed to do. I then remembered something about humming a song that I made up. I tried coming up with a little tune. I didn't do as well on this one becasue I often couldn't quite get the notes I was trying for, so then whole thing sounded off and out of tune. But I feel that I was able to do it somewhat. As I went outside again I continued to hum and ended up humming a melody that I thought I knew from real life. But now, in retrospect, I think it is something I was continuing to make up.

I then remembered that I needed to find a painting to look at. I was a little shed nearby that I knew was actually a shop. I supposedly knew the lady that ran the shop. I felt sure that I could find a picture inside the shop.

I went in. The walls were covered with items for sale--things like dream catchers and other ornaments and trinkets. But I did see a picture. It was actually a sand painting. It was several shades of earth tones. I saw that it was a desert scene with hills and cliffs. I felt that I was able to understand the picture was of.

I continued to look. I saw more pictures. The next two were water colors. They were a still life of a chemistry set...flasks and beakers...all stacked into a tower. There were two pictures in this set, obviously done by the same artist.

I then looked up and saw a large picture. It was actually made out of a sheet of metal and pounded into a 3D picture. It was a snow scene with a barn. I reached out to touch it. I felt the shiny cold surface of silver.

Mrs. Moore was now standing beside me. I understood that this was her store. She made a comment that that picture was her favorite too.

Seeing Mrs. moore, I decided that I would have her try the experiment. I asked her if she would be willing to write out a sentence for me.

But before she could I was suddenly awake.