Krystedez
Awaken the Path
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So this morning I came back to college campus from the train. Had to get up super early this morning to get on the train. Arrived late like a half hour.
"Pssh... class at 10:30... It's 8:00... Get on bus at 8:15... Get home by 8:30-9:00? Say hello, extra hour of sleep!"
I get home, feeling really groggy after listening to a Disney song that I put my Sony player like a million years ago (Brother Bear 2: It Will Be Me, for those Disney fanatics or if you like Melissa Etheridge...). I wheel my bike up the giant hill up to my apartment, lock it up on the rack outside, and head on inside.
I drop my stuff, get all my notes and my laptop ready to go for when I get up, and then konk out in bed with my super-noise canceling earbuds. (moar leik plugs). I listened to Okami's "The Sun Rises" in piano form... So relaxing.
I fall asleep like almost immediately, unusual for someone with my sleep habits, and I start to dream. Better yet, I'm AWARE I'm dreaming. I'm like, "WOAH this is awesome...". First I got in some firework show with a bunch of bright colors, and I'm riding a God Damn Pony. "Check yourself..." I said to myself, and seen that I was actually a freaking out-of-body camera watching myself riding this thing like it was a go kart. It was mother-!@#$ing Rainbow Dash of all ponies. Sweeeet. If ponies are in my dreams, the only one allowed is her. Made my dream 20 percent cooler.
So besides that fun fact that might make you TL;DR or TMLP;DR in this case, I suddenly was awake in my room again. Weird. I was just riding a damn pony. So I walk out of my bed (yes, like Legend of Zelda or Pokemon, just walk out of bed man) and go into the living room. Someone I knew from campus was there, and we talked normally. Now I wasn't aware I was dreaming. Then my life like fast-forwarded about 20 years, and I was the boss of my own company and had a family. I was just building a new house, and my son was born and raised approximately into his 15th year I guess. (His name was Ronald Rudolph, and though I had not seen or heard of my son in this dream, I knew his name because we signed our names on a tile in the ceiling; R.R. and C.R. - AKA Chris)
Then I was suddenly was awakened by my alarm. Wait, what? It was going off for sure. Was I awake NOW? Jesus. So I stop my alarm and go back to sleep, cuz it was only 9:40. I had class in 50 minutes.
Now I'm like wait, I'm already asleep. AND I know I'm dreaming for sure... right? At least I'm asking myself this while staring onto an empty battle field, and bombshells were going off left and right. Couldn't hear anything because of shell shock. Suddenly I whited out and I woke up again.
My heart was pounding. My alarm had been going off again at 9:45. It had a a 5 minute timer on it that would alarm every 5 minutes if I snoozed it. Apparently I kept snoozing it.
I went back to sleep, but not really, I just laid there, trying NOT to fall asleep. I hate being stuck in a dream phase where I can't get out on my own will very easily. I struggled really hard to wake up from the white out that just occurred. Now I was being pulled slowly back in. I woke up several times, each time 5 minutes from my phone alarm going off again. I was officially annoyed, cranky, and did not have the strength to turn off or change the alarm. I just kept... getting stuck in sleep limbo or something, with each passing dream being one I woke up from another. The alarm was not really helpful, because I truly did not get up and out of bed...
I finally get a dream where I'm actually not freaking out. I was aware of what I was doing, walking through a mall or some crowded area with bunches of people not paying me any attention. It was like I was invisible. I started doing naughty things like taking candy bars out of nearby stores, and slapping girls' butts. NO idea why. This wasn't in character for me, but even when I'm aware of what I'm doing sometimes I can't control it. Hell, one time I was drunk in a dream, but I won't go there.
So anyways I wake up again, and this time it's 10:30. Oh ****, I'm late! I say to myself. But I can't move. It's like I'm stuck, about to fall asleep again! I was just frustrated, and kept trying to get up. I could see some of my room, but it was distorted. I fell back into a dream phase. This time... Wait, "Am I actually awake now?" I'm actually out of bed. I walk outside of my room, this time no one to greet me. I get outside and I'm about to get on my bike and ride out to my class. Only I end up crashing. Hard. On the concrete. This time I woke up for sure. And this time I felt my body physically get out of bed. (and sore, might I add...)
I looked at the clock. But the numbers didn't look right. They flipped upside down. I fell off my "ceiling". What the hell, okay, so now I' m dreaming again? This happened along with a number of other dreams that I couldn't remember. It's like I kept falling through holes in time.
At long last, I woke up, and it was 11:00... !@#$... I had missed class. I got a half hour before my next one though. So I laid there, staying fully awake but still very groggy. To avoid falling asleep again and dreaming with my subconscience, I simply rolled over on my belly and put the phone alarm next to my pillow. It "woke" me up at 11:25 (after 3 or 4 consecutive snoozes, to keep me awake)...
I got out of my bed, told myself "okay, can't miss this lecture", and got my stuff ready. I was about to turn off my alarm, when I read on it with a horrified look on my face...
I had set my alarm for 10:20... Not 9:40...
What the !@#$ just happened?
So this morning I came back to college campus from the train. Had to get up super early this morning to get on the train. Arrived late like a half hour.
"Pssh... class at 10:30... It's 8:00... Get on bus at 8:15... Get home by 8:30-9:00? Say hello, extra hour of sleep!"
I get home, feeling really groggy after listening to a Disney song that I put my Sony player like a million years ago (Brother Bear 2: It Will Be Me, for those Disney fanatics or if you like Melissa Etheridge...). I wheel my bike up the giant hill up to my apartment, lock it up on the rack outside, and head on inside.
I drop my stuff, get all my notes and my laptop ready to go for when I get up, and then konk out in bed with my super-noise canceling earbuds. (moar leik plugs). I listened to Okami's "The Sun Rises" in piano form... So relaxing.
I fall asleep like almost immediately, unusual for someone with my sleep habits, and I start to dream. Better yet, I'm AWARE I'm dreaming. I'm like, "WOAH this is awesome...". First I got in some firework show with a bunch of bright colors, and I'm riding a God Damn Pony. "Check yourself..." I said to myself, and seen that I was actually a freaking out-of-body camera watching myself riding this thing like it was a go kart. It was mother-!@#$ing Rainbow Dash of all ponies. Sweeeet. If ponies are in my dreams, the only one allowed is her. Made my dream 20 percent cooler.
So besides that fun fact that might make you TL;DR or TMLP;DR in this case, I suddenly was awake in my room again. Weird. I was just riding a damn pony. So I walk out of my bed (yes, like Legend of Zelda or Pokemon, just walk out of bed man) and go into the living room. Someone I knew from campus was there, and we talked normally. Now I wasn't aware I was dreaming. Then my life like fast-forwarded about 20 years, and I was the boss of my own company and had a family. I was just building a new house, and my son was born and raised approximately into his 15th year I guess. (His name was Ronald Rudolph, and though I had not seen or heard of my son in this dream, I knew his name because we signed our names on a tile in the ceiling; R.R. and C.R. - AKA Chris)
Then I was suddenly was awakened by my alarm. Wait, what? It was going off for sure. Was I awake NOW? Jesus. So I stop my alarm and go back to sleep, cuz it was only 9:40. I had class in 50 minutes.
Now I'm like wait, I'm already asleep. AND I know I'm dreaming for sure... right? At least I'm asking myself this while staring onto an empty battle field, and bombshells were going off left and right. Couldn't hear anything because of shell shock. Suddenly I whited out and I woke up again.
My heart was pounding. My alarm had been going off again at 9:45. It had a a 5 minute timer on it that would alarm every 5 minutes if I snoozed it. Apparently I kept snoozing it.
I went back to sleep, but not really, I just laid there, trying NOT to fall asleep. I hate being stuck in a dream phase where I can't get out on my own will very easily. I struggled really hard to wake up from the white out that just occurred. Now I was being pulled slowly back in. I woke up several times, each time 5 minutes from my phone alarm going off again. I was officially annoyed, cranky, and did not have the strength to turn off or change the alarm. I just kept... getting stuck in sleep limbo or something, with each passing dream being one I woke up from another. The alarm was not really helpful, because I truly did not get up and out of bed...
I finally get a dream where I'm actually not freaking out. I was aware of what I was doing, walking through a mall or some crowded area with bunches of people not paying me any attention. It was like I was invisible. I started doing naughty things like taking candy bars out of nearby stores, and slapping girls' butts. NO idea why. This wasn't in character for me, but even when I'm aware of what I'm doing sometimes I can't control it. Hell, one time I was drunk in a dream, but I won't go there.
So anyways I wake up again, and this time it's 10:30. Oh ****, I'm late! I say to myself. But I can't move. It's like I'm stuck, about to fall asleep again! I was just frustrated, and kept trying to get up. I could see some of my room, but it was distorted. I fell back into a dream phase. This time... Wait, "Am I actually awake now?" I'm actually out of bed. I walk outside of my room, this time no one to greet me. I get outside and I'm about to get on my bike and ride out to my class. Only I end up crashing. Hard. On the concrete. This time I woke up for sure. And this time I felt my body physically get out of bed. (and sore, might I add...)
I looked at the clock. But the numbers didn't look right. They flipped upside down. I fell off my "ceiling". What the hell, okay, so now I' m dreaming again? This happened along with a number of other dreams that I couldn't remember. It's like I kept falling through holes in time.
At long last, I woke up, and it was 11:00... !@#$... I had missed class. I got a half hour before my next one though. So I laid there, staying fully awake but still very groggy. To avoid falling asleep again and dreaming with my subconscience, I simply rolled over on my belly and put the phone alarm next to my pillow. It "woke" me up at 11:25 (after 3 or 4 consecutive snoozes, to keep me awake)...
I got out of my bed, told myself "okay, can't miss this lecture", and got my stuff ready. I was about to turn off my alarm, when I read on it with a horrified look on my face...
I had set my alarm for 10:20... Not 9:40...
What the !@#$ just happened?