Horror after wbtb
I remember seeing a series of events over and over again:
There's a girl with blond hair stumbling down a large corridor. She's crying and drenched. There's water all over the floor as well. She trying to move as fast as she can. Just before my view changes a see a man dressed in dirt-coloured clothes walked calmly after her. The girl is screaming for help, but nobodies around. She finds a big glass door (like the one off inception), and opens it up. The door leads to the entrance room of the building. Its morning now, and lots of business men are walking around. She enters the room, and is still screaming for help. Nobody is really listening to her, and the man is still walking calmly after her. Sandy off the OC is there, and he attends to the girl. By this time the man is just meters away from the girl. When Sandy asks what his doing, he takes a martial arts stance ready to fight. Now security has shown up and there's no way the guy can get out. His still in the aggressive stance, and i get the feeling his suicidal.
This scene repeats itself no less than 3x, and nothing changes.
Eyes after wbtb
I'm going to star in a movie. My character requires a lot of make up, so i have to go and see the team. They want to investigate my eyes, so that they can fit my costume accordingly. There's a girl who opens my eye lids up with her fingers. Its weird and causes the to moisten. She says i have naturally wet eyes that gives the impression i'm about to cry. She also says that, this should be good for the scene when i die. I try to explain to her that my eyes may have seemed wet, because your fingers were right next to them.
Party 12:40am
My parents have gone out for the night. What do you do? Have a party. I plan for about 30ppl to come, but around 60 show up. I end up drinking a bottle of wine. And for some reason it makes me feel like a bottle of vodka. My house is huge, and has a slight farm style to it. I go outside to get some air and try to sober up a bit. There's something about my stone wall that really fascinates me. Ben J turns up and we chill for a while. when i go back inside there's even more people than before. I recieve a text from Stevo's brother asking whether he needs to be picked up. I have to reply soon because his picking up Ben D now.
Now i'm really gone. I can't see anything, its one great blur. I stumble into my room trying to get away from the music, and noise. As much as the situation was sorta scary, i was feeling incredibly happy. Chris is sitting on my bed doing something, I hear Aimee scream my name, and the doorbell rings. I lean against the wall, and i continue to get worse. My vision becomes more blury in that i can only make our vague colours. I'm thinking somethings wrong i didn't have this much alcohol, perhaps somebody spiked my drink. I open my bedroom door, and see my parents standing there. They are very angry. At this awkward point Aimee runs and jumps onto me, explaining her stupid problem. I tell her to go away nicely. I turn into my room trying to get a few secs to think of a cover story. I worry that they'll think i've taken drugs. I wake up before they enter the room.
Lucid dreaming 4am
I'm in my bedroom. I've found several new techniques to help me get lucid. I have 2 machines set up. One attaches to the artery at my elbow, to read my heart rate. The other involves sticking a need into me wrist, like they do in inception. Weirdly i can't remember ever WILDing, although i do remember waking up and recording a dream, but i can't remember what happened ( :( i might've been lucid). Over the course of the dream i continue this trend every night.
I'm having lunch with my hustling team. I explain to them that i won't out, unless we up the stakes. Zack P, Fraser and somebody else make up the team. They aren't happy with my decision. I ask them why they are doing this job, and they all say for the money. I say that its for their company as friends and that the profit is on the side. I actually mean this.
I'm at Vegas. I'm playing pool, because i'm too young to play blackjack. I contemplate getting a fake id, but decide its too risky with the heat of counting. I'm versing some fat rich guy. he has an attractive girl with him. His explaining to her what sexual adventures they're going to go on tonight. I feel sorry for the girl, but then realize she's only doing this for his money.
I'm going through my backpack, looking for evidence in a crime. My bottle of alcohol may provide the crucial evidence in the case. Now i'm in Human biology class. Josh M is also there. He was playing music from his ipod out loud. My teacher couldn't hear, because he was listening to his own ipod. I showed Ben J's my wrists to prove i was using the new technique.