Amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void....

Originally Posted by Cacophony

D and myself seem to be exchange students in Tokyo or someplace like that. I have wandered off from our home to explore the surrounding area. There are huge pools, fontains and ponds encompassing each enormous house. I walk around these and walk over a few bridges until I am back at the house I am staying at.

A teacher tells us we are going to go swim in the ocean. We take turns in groups. It's really eerie, all of the children stand there solemnly facing the shore, letting the waves wash over them as if they hated nothing more than getting wet.

It's night time and D, myself and a group of kids masked in black go out armed with cans of neon yellow spray paint. We are spray painting matrix-esque grids all over the place. Instead of the paint sticking to surfaces it swirls around the area and bends things to its liking. It's pretty... trippy.

We're back at the ocean and D pulls out a can of the neon paint when he's in the water. I tell him to stop. We turn around and we are completely alone. All the children/teachers have completely vanished and we're standing there in the ocean getting sopping wet.

We walk back to the city and everyone seems to be staring at us. We walk into a Mexican food restaurant. I order some sort of quesedilla and also want a drink. The cashier hands me a drink. As I sip it I notice that the texture is really weird. I open the lid and see a big pile of ground beef. The bartender says, "you're a vegetarian, aren't you?" I didn't answer. I ran to the bathroom and started puking. I had forgotten to close the door, and the people outside were pointing and laughing at me.

We hastily left the restaurant. I remembered that I was supposed to go meet someone named Reiko for sushi.

When I got to the sushi place there were a bunch of old women sitting around, looking very stern. The sushi was all gone. They wanted to know about the spray paint. I told them I had no idea what they were talking about. I met a boy in the sushi place, I forget his name. He was from Scotland and I was talking to him about Edinburgh which was where he was from. I told him I really wanted to go back and he invited me to come with him. I said that I had other stuff to do.

I'm in my apartment. It's not any apartment that I've ever been in before, none of my things are in it, but somehow I am positive that it is mine. I go to the window and see an exact mirror of my apartment, except the boy from the restaurant is staring at me from the other side, as if questioning what I'm doing in his apartment.

I woke up around this time I think.