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Dreamory: Mysterious Swimming Pool

2005-06-22T22:20:00.000-04:00

I was at a friends' house, we'll say it was a female friend. She had a big swimming pool. We were both in the pool, playing either the Sims or SimCity! Talk about a recipe for disaster! I guess we had special equipment so we were not getting electrocuted. Somehow something happened and my friend sank through the bottom of the pool. There was no way to get her back out. She had disappeared into another dimension. Luckily and unexpectedly, there came a time where her arm shot through again and some other friends and I grabbed it and pulled her out. I had the idea of creating a big harness on top of the pool that could help pull someone out if it happened again. Also I was wondering if we ever could use internal microchips in our ears to let us communicate even through the two worlds/dimensions. Then we could learn about this mysterious world under the swimming pool.

Got Cereal?

2005-04-26T00:29:00.000-04:00

Recently my dreams have not amounted to much in the way of interesting stories. Here's a very short one...
One day I decided to have some cereal for breakfast. Usually I do something much quicker, like a cold poptart. But sometimes a change is good. There's only a few cereal brands that I like, and at home we usually have at least one of a couple different brands. I started browsing through the cabinet, and first came upon some cinnamon toast crunch. I knew the cereal in my cabinet just sits around unused for so long, I always have to look at the date before pouring it in my bowl. As I checked the date I noticed it was April 15, about 2 weeks earlier. Probably shouldn't risk it. Put it back. I looked for the next box, saw it was Cocoa puffs. The date was August 2004. Wow, pretty old! Old enough to justify throwing it away. Took out the next one, cocoa puffs again. This one was Aug 2003! They just kept getting earlier. I don't remeber how many boxes of cereal I pulled out and checked, but they were all very old. It seemed I wouldn't be having cereal today...

Dreamory, April 13, 2005: Ghosts in the closet

2005-04-13T22:29:00.000-04:00

Some people have skeletons in the closet, I have ghosts and little boys. No, I'm not locking away little boys in my closet, in fact I'm trying to persuade him to come out. You see, there is a young boy about seven years old named Joey who lives in my closet. He's deathly afraid of the outside world and refuses to come out. He has a very strange and dangerous friend who lives there with him, a young girl who happens to be dead.
I remember one day I came across him outside of my closet; I tried telling him of the good things in life that need to be experienced, that life is a great adventure that should be lived openly and freely. But suddenly the young ghost glided out from the closet and over to us as fast as a ghost could go, and started hitting me with some sort of sticks or perhaps her own hands. I was amazed to realize that this non-living, translucent being could actually cause pain. Abruptly I began to develop a new fear of these beings, for I had thought they were unable to physically hurt humans. Obviously the ghost wanted Joey to remain in her closet, and I was threatening to take him away. I fled away from them both.
The next day I had an idea. I remembered that another frequent visitor to the closet was my late cat, Boots. She had passed away awhile ago but for the moment was looking healthy, with a full shiny coat and was very solid to the touch, very un-ghostlike for being the ghost she was. She had visited the closet often and had kept Joey company. You know how cats love those secluded, out-of-the-way places. I decided to take her to him and maybe she could convince him to come out. I took her to the closet, which was not merely a closet; in fact it did not have a door I had to open, but was just a small area of the basement which contained the furnace, pieces of lumber and other rubbish, and other odds and ends. It was one of these pieces of lumber that the ghost must have been hitting me with. Next to the furnace stood Joey. For the first time I really got a good look at his face. He had the acne, spiked hair, and developed facial features of a teenager, yet his height and shyness told of his young age. It was not a face I recognized.
I set Boots down by his feet, hoping she would put him at ease, but she just ran off. I was about to make another argument as to him coming out, but I saw the terrible creepy image of the girl ghost rise up from behind some large boxes. I never could fully see her face or even her figure; I saw a mess of long hair hanging haphazardly around her head, and she was wearing what could have been some sort of dress. She was slightly smaller in 'height' than Joey, but of course she could float as high as she wanted. I knew she was going to come after me again. The part of me that always wants to get to the bottom of things had a fleeting thought that her bones must be right in the very spot she was rising from. If only she would let me close enough to find them and give her a proper burial she might find some peace and move on to the next world. The next best thing I've heard of in stories is to talk to the ghost and reason to them, make them somehow realize that they are dead and must move on. So I quickly tried this approach, but to no avail. She came at me again; whether or not she hit me as I was retreating I couldn't tell, I was so terrified. Perhaps I could entreat her to reliquish her hold on Joey and the world of the living another day...

Like My Ride

2004-08-17T11:26:00.000-04:00

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Spaceblue | Welcome

2004-08-17T11:25:00.000-04:00

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Dreamory (Dream Story) July 26? 2004: Cactus

2004-08-16T21:45:00.000-04:00

And suddenly I was flying through the air, high up in the sky with no airplane or other device. I don’t know how I got here. I couldn’t even see the ground when I looked down, only clouds. How could I possibly survive this fall? But suddenly I hit a smooth, green cactus. I could tell it was the tip of the cactus because even though it was really tall, it was skinny enough at this point so my arms could grab around it to hang on. I remember it was a medium green color, of course had no thorns or spikes, and was kind of squishy when I pressed on the skin of the cactus. This was going to be my way down to the ground. I slowly started sliding down the cactus. As I slid, the cactus kept getting wider so it would be harder to hang on. I had a fear of sliding too fast, losing my grip and falling to the ground. I resigned myself to just concentrate on sliding and holding on, because it was going to be a very long time before I could even see the ground. I had a feeling that eventually there would be some spikes in the cactus, and then maybe I could use them to step on and hold on to, and then climb down almost like a ladder. But I had no idea how long it would take to get even that far, and what if the cactus got too wide to hang on to before I encountered spikes? I had a feeling I was going to be here a very long time…

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2004-08-16T21:24:00.000-04:00

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