I got word through the grapevine that i should visit greg. I figured travelling away from the eastern shore and school would help sate my wanderlust, so i decided to pick up and go. Almost as soon as i decide, i'm at his campus trying to find his dorm room.
I stumble upon it and see his scrawny roommate sitting in a comfy chair in front of a TV by a dinnette set with doors to their actual rooms in the background. His other roomies passed through all these rooms and out the doors, going on with their lives. Greg was on a bed set high off the ground, as if on cinderblocks, that faced the dinette set and was inbetween the hallway door and the comfy chair. I this the comforter was red.
I crawled up onto the bed with him to sit and chat as if it was a sofa. He kissed my hand in greeting. we talked about past and present. He started asking me something, and bells went off in my head: Oh no, he's gonna ask me out!
So i cut him off with a:
"no, because of JP."
"oh, that's too bad. i just really need to find someone to go with me to a dance."
My mind switched gears quickly: oh! no date! just a dance! dances are fun and enjoyable. but JP wouldn't mind, but not so much if he's working or buzy. (yeah right, but i don't care!)
"oh! what day is it? if its a thursday or friday i could go because JP's working. you know how much i love to dance."
So we worked that out and kept talking until his roomates and other people invited me to join in a murder mystery fun game with them where we got to run around the building.
In the midst of us running around looking for clues in different rooms, there, in the common room, was a strange alien-monster: large, peachy, and translucent like a sudsy-bubble. Amused passerbys could watch whatever it digests, though not too clearly.
I was aware AT THE SAME TIME i was running around in separate rooms, of what the inside the monster looked like and that two people were stranded in the stomach, planning: A young, athletic black man and a young,
athletic white woman. She had her long, sleek dark hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.
Their mission: To escape the creature within a short amount of time before the digestive juices took their toll. They could only escape at certain intervals and they needed precision in order to get through a certain crevice without disturbance. Otherwise, they were dead.
I lost interest in them (although i never went up to the bubble monster, or even really close to it) and moved on to other areas of the building, like a small old-time theatre with white-washed walls and red carpet. The hallway outside the theater carried the same motif, but there were three answering machines on the floor, one of each of the directors
connected to the theatre. One of them, a balding middle-aged man, was crouching down on the floor, listening to the messages.
One of the end moves to this game was to capture the crystal ball which sat on the table in the center of the room. I strode into the room since by this time had been cursed by an old lady with invisability. Somehow, though invisable, i was captured by unseen hands as i tried to grab the treasure.
The head enemy had me in a bear hug, but somehow managed to take off his invisability cloak. With fake tan and blonde hair gelled up into poofiness, he held his eyes wide open and explained with no emnity what i've should have done in order to claim the crstal ball. I wasn't invisable anymore, and he told me that i should go back out, take care of the things i needed to do, then come back and try again.
and so i left the room.
ANALYSIS:
i do have wanderlust. i want to go visit ALL my friends from highschool, to all the different places they have scattered, and just say hello. even if they are in California (oh, please, can i visit!) or 5 minutes away from my house at home.
i've noticed, well when its with guys in my dreams, if we're good friends or want to be, we cuddle or kiss and hold hands. not because its sexual or anything, but i guess as a symbol for affection and caring for the other person as a friend. the guy friends i have here are nice, but i'm sometimes paranoid about being taken for flirting when i am not. i never worried about my guy friends from home because they (hopefully) knew that i joke but its never flirting.
so that's a new insight, its been running through a lot of my past dreams that i've remembered at least, so the pattern was getting clear.
oh, and i love dancing. i've been since i was in pre-school, and gone to all the school dances i could since middle school. when i'm just non-stop dancing, i'm me, pure keyye as fluid motion.
i don't understand the mystery game at all, so i tried to explain the best that i could what my mind gave me. the only thing of real note was the dual 1st person-3rd person that happened with the alien scene.
WHILE i was in other rooms doing things 1st person style, i was also watching 3rd person style the going-ons from inside in the alien's stomach. i remember them talking about technical stuff in order to get out alive, but i remember thinking:
"I don't really want to know exactly what they are saying. i don't care that much."
as well as:
"ok, why aren't they chemically burning in the digestive juices right now?"
then, at the end of my game, how did the head enemy guy and his elite recruits see me to capture me? guess they have special equipment i just didn't know about for that. i think i had this question in my head as i woke up.
