Art by MeddygonThere is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.

I felt naked in that room. No one was looking at me like I was naked, but I was certain felt like I physically had no clothes on. It was an art class, and I feared that people would take my nakedness to be an art statement; a “bold” but insignificant comment on the nature of showing art. If was the end of the semester, and everyone was meant to show their body of work. I felt like I had none.

I left. If they weren’t seeing my nudity, then no one else would. As I walked down the city street, no one noticed the flaws I saw in myself. I glanced at my reflection as I passed shop windows and saw that I was dressed. I don’t remember putting on clothes, but I was clothed all along.

I felt pressured in that room. Everyone was looking at me. The instructor said, “If you’re so fast and skilled, draw [description of two things to draw]”. I looked for paper, but none of it was large enough.
“Mr. Ross, can you give me some paper?” I continued to look for paper in my bag, around the room, something.

I looked for tools, but none were the right ones. When I would find one suitable I would start to draw, but then something would break. Or it would go missing as someone else took it.

I’d find black paper, but then be unable to find white pens or pastels. I’d find light paper, and not be able to find pencils or charcoal.

Those around me also were producing art faster, but not at the quality I would want coming from my fingers. They didn’t meet the requirements of the description, but they were happy to just do the work. They were making the art they wanted, not the art that was required.

The deadline approached and the instructor asked why I hadn’t started. “I usually work larger, sir.” He produced a sheet of paper around 8’x5′ and I started to draw. I sketched one figure, and my charcoal was gone. I looked for more but could find none.

I wanted materials. The room was full of scrap paper, cut at odd angles and of a color not suitable for art. I flipped through some stacks of rectangular sheets and found the color paper showed signs of weathering and aging. These materials haven’t even been looked at in years. Who even owned them? I didn’t think I could take any of it anyway.

I walked to the next room, and called in, “Hello?”

Someone responded, “Hello, come in, how can I help you?” I walked in and saw art hanging above the desk where the man was getting up. It was cut from different sheets of paper and displayed in deep square frames to give a three-dimensional look.

“Yes, hello, I’m just looking around and was hoping to find someone who would like to tell me about their art.”

He introduced himself and took me to the art on the wall with the door. He said he spent time living in Japan but he returned because it was too expensive and everyone was too “clean”. His art resembled manga but bore some unfinished qualities like Degas’s ballerina sketches.

“How do you reconcile that the art is unfinished?” I asked.
“The art is finished as soon as your intention is met.”

Someone just whispered in my ear . . . a female voice . . . “And when I saw it, it was an eyeful.”

I can’t recall much, but it started with massive lawbreaking high speed driving. With my mom in the passenger seat. The roads were familiar, I’ve dreamed them before, but they’re very weirdly designed. I have no words to explain it. I ended up getting cut off and missing turns as a result. I finally got to the on-ramp I needed, and the driving slowed as a semi came rushing down at me.
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Thought Class

A combination of learning to concentrate psychic ability as well as philosophy.

I did very well in it. Most of the people in the class were from my high school, including Squee, Jorenko, and the Lane twins. Everyone would congratulate me on jobs well done, the great new ideas I come up with, etc.

And every day, I’d go home and hear my dad’s side of the family mocking my profession.

Back to school. We had three guest professors who were all very arrogant. They were there to teach us some new equation they’d created for determining someone’s specific ability range, whereas before, this was completely random and unknown, and could only be found by practice.

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A half life dream. I was verbally guiding someone through a level that didn’t exist.

The walls were red of the canyon he ran through. He came to an opening. There was a pit filled with water with a thin walkable rim around it. There were holes to jump over in the rim. In the center of the pit of water was an island with one of those claw things that was in the blast pit.

One of those gornarsh things, the big head crab type things that spawns bebbies, came galloping in.
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Super Smash!

It was more of wrestling type gimmicks and tricks mixed with corkies and stuff

Azula and Schroe and that guy from 5th element that tries to mug Korbin, an octopus, and a blow up alien doll were among the fighters.

And today we have: Law enforcement, Blues Brothers, and Travel

Part III

I could have been a police officer, special forces agent, or bounty hunter. But no matter what it was, I was on a team. I would have said Mafia as well, but I had no fear of being punished.

It came down to a final bust. We were after a large black man, short hair, 5’10”- 6′. He had a scar on his forehead, over the right eye. We saw him, finally, on a subway. We went in, undercover.

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Dream

Part I:

At a sort of summer camp, packing up to leave. Some girl from my high school decides she’s going to go home separately from the group, so I help her go around the cabins and get her stuff. I ask her for a ride home, she says yes, but I get distracted by something else and never make it out with her.

The distraction was I was asked to speak with someone at another cabin. There was a small stream and pond that we had to cross. The bridge was broken. The man I was following patched the bridge and I walked across. We stopped to feed the gigantic fish below us. I heard a voice behind me, in the stream.

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I’m so tired. When I close my eyes, I see dreams. I’m not even sleeping, but there they are, plain as day. They’re just variations of normal things. They’re odd, out of place, but they fit.

Half-Life, and faulty RPGs sticking in the wall.

I have no farking clue what this one was a bout, but it involved coffee, cakes, campus (shopping) carts and Eddie and Psymon from SSX tricky, as well as Jorenko and I, and a few unknown people.

Wondering where Falco went? Wonder no more. Here’s a hint:

Snowboarding.

That’s right, kiddies! It’s yet another horrific games collision from the twisted dreams of Schroe – SSB Tricky.

…

It was fun, I swear.

I had a dream. This is the second time I’ve had this dream. I know this. But this time, it finished. I think.

Once again, my mother had taken me to some sort of hospital. I’m there to get a physical. The nurses all say I’m there for a physical. I’ve never gone to the HOSPITAL for a physical, just the doctor’s office, but it’s my mom taking me here, so I don’t question it.

The nurse has all sorts of numbers on her desk, all printed on big plastic things. There’s so many people here . . . we’re given the number 99, and told to go look for it. So we walk around this massive room. It’s like a library, it’s fully of things and stuff, books and tapes, maps and toys. The bookshelves move in some places to open up to new areas. All around us, numbers. Ever increasing numbers. We got to about 87, then mom decided we go around the other side. Was it mom, or was it me?

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I had a dream that Jorenko and I were in a hotel, a four story hotel, trying to find room 433. We climbed the stairs to floor four, as the numbers usually start with whatever floor their on, and we find that floor four has two digit numbered doors, and they start with 5 (we walked up to 57 at first.) We walk a floor below, and find the entire place is wooden, and there’s toys everywhere, but no doors. There stairs were a giant jumble.

The end.

I had a dream that I was at my grandmother’s house, but it was her old kitchen, the one she had before she had it remodeled. I was cooking/cleaning there for some reason. There was a knock at the door, and, for some reason it was Ettin. (Human, so Paul, I guess.) And he was shorter than me. I gave him snacks to munch on while he waited for whatever he was waiting for. Ah, we were waiting for Jorenko to return.

Once Jorenko arrived, we played some sort of game, and Ettin kept score on a piece of paper. He scanned it to make copies on the wrong scanner. The scanner he used was reserved for the school. (I don’t know.)

Later, we went outside. My family was there, The total group outside was Ettin, Jorenko, me (whoever I was.) Schroe (Amanda Schroeder), Aunt E, Mother, Grandmother, and a few others that were in a group to the side. This is what made me realize that the view I had was not through the eyes of Amanda Schroeder.

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I had a dream I was a character in an RPG, one of the party. The story started in a small village (as they all do) Where villains within where tossed over the gates in such a manner that they became were beasts once outside.

Josh , someone I went to high school with, was in this dream as an honest farmer blamed for the murder of a mill worker. He was thrown over the gates.

A group of fur traders from the north came into the village to sell furs. They were selling them cheap, so everyone went to look the best furs. While looking in the pile, I noticed a few of the furs had man-like faces, but distorted to look like an animal.

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Last night I had a dream that Gordon Freeman, Junior Soprano, and I were escaping some sort of gated community, and we hitched a ride on some electric commuter train. They had set up wooden planks in the tunnel to knock us off if we didn’t duck. I was the only one who made it.

Dreams last night:
1. A pikmin controlling a team of Olimers
2. Burgling a rich neighborhood in a half-life map, using only crossbows.
3. Working at a Pikmin Golf Pro-Shop

I had a dream with a lot of Indian taxi drivers, an Arabic traveling salesman, and . . . pikmin?! It had pikmin in it. I remember how it started now . .
I was running around a pikmin simulation, collecting things, and the Arabic traveling salesman came by. All my friends took off their pikmin suits and ran to buy “Toffic,” whatever the hell that was. The bus the salesman had had signs with “TOFFIC TOFFIC TOFFIC” over the top. So we all got in line at the side, and when it was my turn, they were out of Toffic. So I bought Parasite Eve for Gamecube from him instead. He tried to sell me Pikmin as well, but I already had it. I also paid for some Toffic and he said he’d leave me a plate when he left. So I ran off to talk to my friends, and when he left, I got my Toffic, which was mashed potatoes, rice, and icing-coated pastries. Wild rice, the long grain stuff, not white rice.

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I had a dream that a friend of mine that I hadn’t seen in a long while came over. Imagine Joanna Dark, about 16-17 years old. In the dream, I was around 18-19. She came over, and we just sat in my room and talked. It turned out that she had run away from home, her mother just giving her too much pressure.
Later in the day, her mother came over, and started bitching up a storm. I said to her, “Just calm down a second, there’s something I want to show you.” I walked back into my room, the friend hiding in the corner. I grabbed a dragon-hilt dagger from my desk, and left my room. Luckily, the mother was facing the other way. I stabbed her in the back once, just below the shoulder blade. She screamed, and I said, “Don’t worry, it’ll be all over, soon . . . ”
She tried to run away, down the stairs. I grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her to the ground. I thought to myself, “She’ll bleed to much. Oh well.” and grabbed a sword from behind my couch. I unsheathed it and thrust it into her chest, killing her.
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I had a dream last that that was rather … odd.

It started when we went to a Taco Bell. This Taco Bell was odd in two ways. One, it only servers nachos with chicken and white onions. Two, the restaurant was someone’s house. They were a bit busy, so I went in to the house and what see? Cammi works there! Oddly enough, we walk outside just for the hell of it. While we’re traversing the docks, we notice that we’re unbelievably close to Cedar Point. So I begin explaining all the rides to her. The rides look nothing like their real life counterparts, but I explain them to Cammi as if they were. We get closer to the fence of Cedar Point and peer in. While looking in, we somehow ARE in. Inside, we met up with Cobra. We went inside one of the many buildings, and it was a daycare of some sort. Cobra went into the lower levels to pester a pair of prats, and I remained on the upper deck. Read the rest of this entry »