An adventure is what I experienced. So lost in another world that I wasn't in reality any longer. I was inside a movie, but not the star. Not the star, and not really in it. And it wasn't a movie either. Except when I picked up the phone and pretended to report that someone had been murdered, because the blood on the paper illustrated something had happened, then, I was in a movie. And when I walked up to the lit water fountain in a graveyard I felt like I was in a movie. -Just a moment, what is it I am talking about? Well how about I don't tell you this time. How about you read and try to piece it together, because that is what I did last night. I walked inside a reality of mystery, and became a detective, room to room I engulfed myself in clues without a goal in mind. What was I looking through? What was the mystery? The mystery was making sense of all the nonsense and of all the papers and of all the actors and of all the confusions and illusions and suspense. It was everything I have been craving for the past few months, a little sense of adventure, and the ability to leave the realm of everything being swell and entering danger, that wasn't real. I could do as I pleased, follow any instinct that existed within me. To follow that murderer, to follow that women eating raw meat, or to follow the man obviously driven mad, or to simply follow the smell of fake blood, and then find myself in a room of papers, full and full of insane asylum human reports. It was the ability to lose myself in places where humans faces are completely replaced with masks. And there was silence from our lips, the only sound penetrating my ears was the sound of music playing from hidden old fashioned radios, and sound tracks that told the actors what to do. It was like walking in a dream that someone else was having, and trying to decide what was happening, and how you had anything to do with it. The attention to detail in this place was deceiving, to the point where you begin to think you aren't in a house in Manhattan, that these people are not actors but are real, and everything before this was merely a dream. It was an adventure. I can't stress that enough! An adventure. Sleep No More Lily! Sleep No More.
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6.11.2011
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You are very talented at writing! Excellent work Lily! :D
ReplyDeleteI was debating whether or not this was a story about a dream or a story about one of those murder mystery parties. Lol. Either way, you had me hooked to figure it out. And I'm still not sure either way, haha!
ReplyDeleteYou want to go back to sleep and push the 'resume' button .... ... .. . This reminds me about my dream of being married to two thirds of the Dixie Chicks.
ReplyDeletelove it :) i also have the strangest dreams!
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this wasn't a dream guys! keep guessing!
ReplyDeleteI can't keep guessing... My head hurts from all this guesswork... AH!!! What is this! I just want to know!! You said LIKE a dream, so it isn't a dream... It isn't a movie either... Is it? No... I don't know anything, help me!
ReplyDeleteMy last sentence.... why are the words capitalized randomly? dun dun dun
ReplyDeleteI recently read the wikipedia article about Phillip K Dick, the science fiction author. You might find it interesting, it seems to go along with your dream.
ReplyDeletethanks! but this again, isn't a dream of mine.
ReplyDeletephoto? i dont get the random capitals...it makes it sound like a dream
ReplyDeleteMurder mystery :) But where do they have those in Manhattan? Or was it privately hosted? (Sounds cool and like you had fun!)
ReplyDeleteIs this a dream or some kind of a story from a book? But this is good. I can tell that you always describe real life events in some kind of idiomatic words. :) Looking for an adventure and actually coming up with this kind of though is amazing. Keep it up.
ReplyDeletehttp://randomfeet.blogspot.com/2011/06/dundundun.html i have revealed the answer
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