Dream Journal July 16-17, 2003
I get back to college and I go to some kind of history or government class. After it’s over I just look at the walls for a while. They were doing some weird stuff. I end up losing track of time and look at my watch. It is almost 4:30 and that’s when I have my Japanese class. So I hurry out of there. Outside there were people everywhere. All of them were eating just about the greasiest foods I have ever seen. Around the buildings where there was shade I could barely walk without stepping on someone or their food. I think I ended up stepping on a few slices of pizza (or at least that’s what I think it was supposed to be) when I went up to a building that I thought was where my class was. Someone asked me if I had to make a phone call and that I would have to wait a while if I did. I took a close look into the building and it looked like an old style hotel lobby with a bunch of old phone equipment (rotary dials, switch boards, etc.). I began to walk the other way when a girl that looked a lot like Marcea from my old high school class stood up and tried to give me some help since she could tell that I didn’t mean to come here. For some reason I knew where to go now so I told her I was alright and that I went here last semester. I come to another building and walked inside and met up with Mike. This building started off looking normal enough, looking like a big library with a real classic look to it. But after a while it became this huge, dark room with eerie green-blue lighting. At a point the floor stopped at water with these little cylinders in it ranging from 2 to 10 inches wide. Some of them were sticking out of the water and some were under the water’s surface. I hear Mike say something about how he hates when you have to cross water at an entrance like this kind of thing was normal. So I went on and Mike came behind me. I step my way on the cylinders, my feet get wet from the ones that are too short. It went on for about a mile and I was just thinking about how fucking late I was going to be for class (it was my first day dammit!). I get to the end and Mike is pretty far behind me. I come to a wall with a hole in it. It’s black and the hole is the beginning of a tunnel (about two feet wide) with little rings on the inside about every 6 feet of the same green-blue color as inside the room. At this point I knew for some reason that this was the beginning of a giant water slide and I though, “fuck it, I might as well.” So I go in head first and after a while I start to see light. I’m still in the slide but I’m outside the building now and at parts in the slide it’s only half a tube. Then at one of the turns I was going way too fast and I went flying out and into the air. I was still a few hundred feet above the ground. This slide is actually part of a pretty big water park. I grab the outside edge of another water slide and hang on with one hand and try to grab my cell phone out of my pocket with the other. I had to warn Mike. I called but the phone just said “Call Failed.” The slide began to move and fall under my weight like it was made of jelly (looked like something off of The Matrix). It did that for about half way to the ground and then I lost my grip. I still wasn’t close enough to the ground. I was going to die. I wake up.
