Entry 168: Dreaming of Dreams

Entry 168: Dreaming of Dreams

I was in an airfield, watching the jets tear through the atmosphere with grace. As I affixed my gaze onto a silver aircraft, I noticed how it seemed to "glitch" midair. The same way a movie sometimes skips a few frames, so do the jet in the air, appearing to "skip" part of the sky. In an effort to recover, the plane launched a missile into a prop building so it could fly through it, but the plane lost control and it hurled straight into the building as well. Thankfully, the pilot managed to eject onto another building, but by the time we got up there, he had "glitched" somewhere else.

In the Texas landscapes you'll find vast amounts of flat land filled with desert trees and hardy grass that virtually absorbs moisture from the air. Small oaisis can be found throughout the state, sometime making them into nature trails for anyone to enjoy a leisurely stroll. In this particular trail that I blazed, I saw small amounts of candy wrappers and ketchup packages that littered the edges of the trail, caught by the grass as the wind tumbled them away. I even spotted several skeletons of small critters that may have died from this waste. But a few feet beyond the trail was a massive ravine that tore through the dry ground, partnered with a trickling series of streams; a sharp contrast to this dirty path.

I ran to and fro through a dark gym filled with artificial hallways built with wall-padding that was erected in a maze-like manner. My goal was to navigate throughout this labyrinth and find my opponent before she found me. As I rounded a corner, I caught a glimpse of her, hiding behind another corner. As a readied my fingers into a shape of a gun, I leaped over the waist-high walls and made shooting sound effects with my mouth. She heard me and began to run, but not before I was able to tag a few points on her.

It was another long day at work, and there was nothing to do in the warehouse but chit-chat with others for the time being. One of my coworkers was being haggled by another, calling her names and whatnot. She warned the guy to back off, with a series of equally offensive set of words, otherwise she'll get right in his face. This only prompted the guy to yell even louder at the petite woman. As I was doing my own thing, I saw a flash of light in the corner of my eye, and I turned around to see the harasser with a long cut across his forehead from where he was slapped by the girl.

This university had a large oak-like tree that seemed to tower from the middle of the complex. The building had a Victorian feeling to them, and as such they had chimneys that billowed light grey smoke through the giant tree, covering it with a film of soot. There was a private event in one of the buildings and I was invited to speak with a special guest. It was Alan Rickman. As a gew of us sat in a small conference room with the legendary actor, we all asked him a few questions, some of which involved his favorite memories while he was alive. The gentleman was old with white hair, but his expression was of relief, as if he knew he had a great life ahead of him. I wanted to ask him what question he would want God to answer for him, but I lacked the courage to ask. As we left the conference room, I asked one of the professors what kind of membership I would need to return to these events, since I wasn't a student. She replied that it was a $75 fee for one year. Perhaps I'll save up for this.

Entry 169: Center of Attention

Entry 169: Center of Attention

Entry 167: Turning Down Cookies

Entry 167: Turning Down Cookies