Lucid Glory.

Like most people, I dream. Once in awhile, I have those dreams where you just can't shake, hauntingly beautiful dreams. You wake up, confused and wondering if what your in now was the dream and what you were dreaming was the reality. If only. The one beauty of dreams for me is the strangeness of the emotional roller coaster that you go through. I would always feel really really sad, yet incredibly happy at realistically, depressing shit. You feel weird, but totally in control of it all, like let's say your falling off a cliff and looking back at your friends!

One of my most reoccurring dreams, which were so vivid and lucid in nature I actually thought were real, was a dream I had that I was beheaded. It was set in this forest and for some reason I was riding away on a horse for some reason. Then I looked back and the next thing I knew was my head flying out of control. The weird thing was that my head was totally conscious! A truly out of body experience ho ho ho (Get it, cause it's in a dream and I was beheaded...I try). The weird thing was that this dream has been replayed in my mind since I was a kid. I was probably 7 or 8 when I first had this dream. I'm 20, turning on 21 and I have it every once in awhile, and it's always haunts me.

Another recent dream which scared me the most was a dream I had when I had just started work in KL. It was about an escalator. This dream is a little creepy, so please don't fret, I'm not mad (Or am I?). It started off as me just taking the escalator up, with all these people there. I was just standing there, everyone in the dream was solid stiff. Half way up this never ending escalator, it stopped. The people on the escalator just stood there, emotionless. I looked around and was wondering what the hell was going on. I looked down and the escalator just felt really menacing. Then, like a switch was flicked, the steps for the escalator just turned flat (Like a slide), there were even gaps into an abyss of nothingness. All these people started sliding down the escalator, like mannequins. Some were even getting stuck between the gaps, getting crushed like wood at the bodies sliding down. Like a ghost, I just stood there watching everything, a constant stream of bodies piling up. Then the escalator steps just crashed down, chomping down on the people getting stuck and the steps breaking down like a giant wave of metal and pain. Then I woke up. You know when you wake up thinking to yourself that that was a weird dream? Yeah, no more shisha before bed-time for me! I logged onto the computer and checked the news (It's just what I do). This is what I saw on the front page...

1 Dead, Dozens Hurt in Escalator Crash

Old drawing I did pretty much summed up my thoughts

Tell me that is not an epic mind fuck. I had never started a day feeling like I should enjoy life more!

Randall.