Yes, it seems as if this blog has died. But it hasn't! I swear! I have decided to make another blog depicting my travels and adventures in Spain. It's under construction right now, but will be up and running as soon as I make an awesome template. The address will be paellapan.blogspot.com. In the meantime, here is a really weird dream I had a while ago. Names have been changed due to...privacy concerns?
In my dream, I was dead. I could not remember how I came to be dead and all I knew was that I was on a silver escalator going downwards. Looking up, I saw that I was only on the bottom half of the escalator. The half ended on a flat strip of white tile with brown spots at the bottom, with an invisible wall at the end. I walked through this invisible wall; it felt as if I were being sucked in and everything went black. The world on the other side looked exactly as the world where the escalator was. The only difference was that there were people everywhere. Most of the buildings were empty, except there was one filled with people dancing and partying. Figuring that the party building would be the best place to go, I headed that way. As I entered the building, a guy took my hand. I cannot remember his name, but we will call him Jake from now on. He was tall and had dark curly hair, and seemed to be Italian descent. His eyes were dark, almost on the verge of black. He work a black sweatshirt and jeans.
Walking around the party, I hear conversations covering a range of topics. The atmosphere of the party was relaxed and fun, with people mingling and talking to each other. Jake takes me to another room that would be my own room from then on. It was very small, consisting of a twin sized bed with brown blankets and a small desk. On the desk was a laptop plugged into the wall. Curious, I tapped the screen to get out of screensaver mode. One shortcut looks like an internet browser, so I click on it. A window pops open, taking up the entire screen. It was a social network program that kept all dead people in touch with each other. Jake was showing me how to use it when a box opened up; it was an im from a guy named Frank. He wanted to know how his daughters Diane and Julia were doing, both whom I knew. I tell him his daughters are fine, and not to worry.
Jake decides to take me to the surface, and we started walking towards the escalator. We pass a building that was curvy and looked as if it were collapsing. He told me that it was the hospital, and I could see workers in green scrubs entering and exiting the building. Although everyone was dead, bones could still break and veins could still bleed. There was another death as well, a permanent one, where you could never ever visit the living world again. We crossed the barrier to the world of the living. The living could not see the dead, although the dead could see the living. There were hundreds of people walking around, but there was a subtle difference between the living and the dead. The most noticeable difference was that the dead all wore a black sweatshirt with a logo in red on the back.
Jake and I went to my old room, and we were looking around when I suddenly had to go to the bathroom. When I was done, I looked into the toilet and there was this thick black goo with a horrid smell in it. As the smell reached my nose I stumbled backward and almost puked. I ran back to Jake and asked him what in the world was wrong with me. He informed me that when I am in the living world, my body will deteriorate. Our insides rot when we are in this world, causing our breath to stink and anything coming out of our bodies to be a black goo.
Back in my room, I saw my books and a rocking chair and my memories came flooding back to me. I asked Jake why I couldn't take some of my belongings back with me, and he said that if an object was promised to someone, it could not be taken back down. I was most depressed about not being able to take my books back. As I was thinking this, I hear my Aunt's voice behind me. I turn around, wondering why she was dead to only to realize that she was not. She and my mom were dancing to music and yelling "We will triumph!" while raising their fists. Tears rolled down my face as I begged Jake to let me talk to them, but he couldn't. These were the rules. This was our fate.
We started heading back, and as we got to the escalator, Jake picked me up and practically flew through the force field. The moment I was past the barrier, my body became stronger and fresher.
The rest of the dream isn't interesting enough to write about, but perhaps I will make something up another day. :)
