Dream first live later..
- Intrigue
I was scared but I worked up the courage to walk to the bathroom to face my reflection in the mirror. I have never seen my face contorted the way it was. I had a massive red bump peering out from beneath my skin with a disgusting white cap on the tip that was gawking at me. I went into a state of panic. ‘My head is going to explode’ was the only logical explanation I could think of. It was a matter of minutes before one of my roommates would walk in and find globs of my brain splattered across the mirror, the sink, and the toilet. They would probably be standing in a puddle of blood and skin and wondering why my body was laying on the ground without my head in sight. It was a tragic thought but there was no other possible explanation for the way my face was pulsating.
- Magnificance
Lauren found me lingering in my state of panic in front of the mirror a few moments later and she told me that my little mountain of a friend was gross but that I wasn’t going to die. It was simply a pimple. I tried to pop it, as I would any other pimple, blood ran down my face and the white cap disappeared to make it look less like a monster from the depths of hell. My face was still pounding but knowing that I wasn’t going to die let me retrieve back into my room soundlessly. As soon as I saw the chaotic state I left my bed in I remembered the reason for waking up so abruptly- something happen to me last night in my dreams. Because of the commotion of my morning thus far, my dreams were now far from me and it was a blurry memory that was left behind. I remember being in outer space with an alien spaceship waiting for me nearby. I had a choice but everyone around me was in a state of panic and I just wanted to be at peace.
- ‘The Persistance of Memory’ by Dali
I was late to class because I neglected to remember that Jenn’s computer is an hour behind. Oh well. I was moving slowly anyway. I was walking on the familiar roads but I felt like everything was new to me and I didn’t really care if I was experiencing my day or just moving through the motions. I shouldn’t have been in class anyway, according to the wasp that wouldn’t leave me alone. Halfway through class a wasp decided to wiz past my ear to let me know he was after me. I sat there. The girls sitting on both sides of me screamed and tried to move out of the way. I sat there. The wasp circled my hand, my head, and my delicious smelling coffee mug. I sat there. Finally I made a move to appear as if I were feeling some sort of fear from this lousy excuse for a stinging, honey collecting machine. Block shoed him out the window and continued his class discussion about reality versus the beyond.
Several Circles by Wassily Kandinsky
The wasp was stubborn and decided that he preferred my coffee to the outside world. He flew right back in and darted for my mug. I sat there. This repeated a few times until the idea to shut the window was put into action. Block was jealous of the attention the wasp had got. He was competing with an angry stinging machine I should have told him. He shouldn’t be jealous. We continued the discussion about what is real, what we only think is real, and what are the instances that make a person sound crazy.
Intrigue by James Ensor
That class came and left too quickly for me. I didn’t have a chance to get into it because I was still concentrated on my hectic morning. I had a chance to make up for it during my night class though when more strange things followed me. I headed to class after lounging around the apartment for a few hours. It was getting dark and it was misting, not raining, misting. As I walked on the side of the road with my hood up, a big truck passed me. It passed me quickly, stopped abruptly, than started in reverse in my direction. I walked up to it and a pleasant man stepped out of his Herr’s Chips truck.
“Hey do you need a ride? Want to get out of the rain?’
‘NO!!’ I screamed inside my head, although it probably came out as a quiet and polite ‘No, thank you.’
Now why on earth would he ask me if I wanted a ride? Was he going to offer me chips too? I don’t understand it. Or any part of my day for that matter. I woke up with alien on my mind, my head throbbing which lead me to be late for class. Then- the wasp that bombarded into our classroom wouldn’t leave me alone. He ignored everyone else and only had interest in me. And to top it off- a Herr’s chip truck thought I needed shelter from the storm (that was not occurring). I don’t know if I ever will, or if I will ever want to know what was the meaning of that strange day. Well today is a new day and my head is still attached and unexploded. Things are good and they can only get better.
