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A penny for your thoughts, a comment for your dreams

Last night's dream was one of my craziest. Crazier than the lucid dream where I was too afraid that I was sleepwalking to be curious and try to jump out the window and see what happens.

I was one of those Left Behind. It was probably my simple agnosticism that kept me from going through the gates of heaven. Now, my dream was a semi-futuristic age, so instead of the gates being gigantic, pristine swing gates, they were white automatic doors. They had the look of a double-pane window, with the top curved so that it could form an arch, though there was an consuming blackness that gradually increased a foot from the gate, so you could not see far in. The entryway, however, which was a tunnel around two feet smaller on each side than the room it was connected to, was brightly lit.

It seemed to be some kind of time of reckoning. Some of my friends, family, and I walked to the gate, but the gate would not open. I knew it was because of me. The gate wouldn't open because I was there. I knew that I could not enter, but they could. So I let them enter by walking away. I didn't look back, and shook my head in regret as I left the entryway and heard the door open and close.

But not all of them had gone. One had not gone through the doorway, and instead stood with me. A female, who I knew was important to me, but who did not acknowledge me as a lover. All the same, I was glad she was there with me. There were others, though. I recognized many as Stuy students, though I cannot recall their faces. We were all in it together. We were all stuck there.

And then something happened, something that makes even less sense than the things I've said already, simply because I can't explain it: the people started turning against each other. It wasn't by killing each other, though; they turned against each other by throwing food. There just happened to be plenty of food lying around, in lots of indistinguishable but definitely real forms. One started to chuck food at people, and those he hit would pause for a while only to turn just as evil has him and throw foot at other people as well. My friend by my side was becoming increasingly agitated and scared, so I shielded her with my body, ready to fend off any projectiles. As I dodged one that was aimed at my head, I also noticed that a piece of food was thrown from behind me. I turned around only to find that my female companion had been turned already, and had food in her hand ready to throw at me. I evaded her food and ducked behind a counter.

It was behind that counter that I found a weapon I knew I could use against these people. A bowl of thick, sticky tuna fish with a large wooden spoon. I took up my weapon, and marching toward the closet enemy, I dug out a big spoonful and crammed it in his face. He twitched for a while, as if I was electrocuting him but at the same time freezing him in place, and then dropped to the floor as I gave him a shove. Then he got up, and looked perfectly normal, albeit confused as to why people were throwing food at one another. I continued on my rampage of redemption throughout the room, as people took up arms with me and purged the remaining evil. And we succeeded.

After that, though, there was silence. We had been left on Earth to fend for ourselves, and we certainly had the numbers to, but it was still an enormous task. I then took charge, ordering people to guard the only other door with the tuna fish we already had and some people to find anything else they could in the room. People scurried around for a little while before we heard a knock on the door that was being guarded. We opened it cautiously, with tuna fish in our hands, to find the only person I recognized in the whole dream, Caroline. She came as an emissary from a neighboring room, peace treaty and all. I considered poking her in the head with some tuna fish to make sure she wasn't turned, but I decided against it, and took the peace treaty to sign. Before I could though, I heard a commotion in the hall. Other neighboring rooms had filed out and stood in a large common space, and I took a look. It wasn't long before I felt an ominous presence, and our real enemy materialized himself.

It was a jedi. A green lightsaber-wielding jedi. I knew he was going to kill us all, and apparently someone else thought so as well, so one person stepped up to fight him. It was strange; while I was seeing the jedi from my spot by the door, I also saw the jedi from the eyes of the challenger. I saw his green lightsaber swing down, and the challenger barely catch the saber arm and throw it back. The fighter then picked up some kind of weapon, and did something that I can't pinpoint. Whatever he did, my view of the jedi through his eyes changed; his lightsaber was no longer a green beam of focused light, but a sword, a physical manifestation. And the fighter shattered that sword, a clean diagonal swipe that halved the blade.

Then hell broke loose. There were energies swirling everywhere, and a sound akin to the time rewind of Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time. We started moving backwards in time, but not through what had already happened. No, by breaking the lightsaber we altered time itself. We moved backwards into our rooms, but a few people actually moved backwards into dental chairs that were located near the bright windows of the central hall. Dental chairs that had straps at the wrist for holding a person down. They walked backwards into the chairs, and the straps locked themselves around the wrists, and the faces of those sitting writhed in agony. This I saw from the viewpoint of the fighter who shattered the lightsaber, who had remained unaffected by the time shift.

I did not see what was being done to the people in the chairs, because it was then that I woke up.

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Avoiding Paradox

I'm not sure where I would be right now if I didn't have my internship. I don't have any interest in medicine, and my family is full of doctors or nurses, I don't need to intern to help my resume or supply me with methamphetamine. I haven't stepped into a library of my own accord for at least three years, and until they start stocking porn (no, Yoli, Ah! My Goddess doesn't count) (Love Hina would), I have no intention of doing so. I don't like being in the sun, much less being in the sun picking up trash, I'm not intimidating enough to watch over middle school kids, and I refuse to wear a cup when watching over elementary school kids.

So it's a good thing I did happen upon the internship, and was invited back for a second year. The office is air-conditioned (sometimes too much so), there's rarely manual labor involved, I get Internet access, and sometimes I get to tour the city on a site visit. The only things that would make this job better are either illegal or involve cleaning up a mess afterward. Some are both.

Things are pretty much the same this time around in terms of what I'm doing. I don't have immediate access to the cool acoustical software I used last year, and I haven't gone on any site visits yet, but I've got all summer. And to make the days go by easier, there are two interns around my age right next to me: a female going to college, and a male going into his senior year. They both got the internship through some organization that gives out internships to a select number of applicants. They work Monday to Thursday for six hours, take a leadership/ethics/sex class on Friday, and get paid. I work an extra hour+.25 longer, and have to work instead of taking a sex class, but I get paid more 😀 .

Not that I really use the money. I replaced my dead shell of a MP3 player with a new one, and while it's fine, it doesn't give me the "omfg i love this mp3 player soooo much, i'm going to carry it around in plain sight, fall asleep, and get it stolennnnn!" feeling. I'm still trying to resist the temptation of the iPod, but I may just upgrade next year. We'll see what new things come out by then.

And I got a new computer! Though to say that I got it wouldn't be totally correct...more like my father almost randomly brought home a new computer. An awfully good one, fact even scarily good. But if it lets me play Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines with load times less than my previous computer's two minutes each (and being forced to go through three of them every quest), and then I'm nothing but happy.

Indeed, I've been happening across a lot of things lately, as I've also been winning raffles. I've only won one before, which was a decent computer from my prep school. But it seems that while I've an uncanny ability to have things fall my way (scholarship->internship combo, to say the least), so does my girlfriend. And when's like we're past five dots. So, before I'm shunted into a Realm...

The hopes and dreams of countless Stuy Robotics team members who spent ten, twenty, even thirty dollars during their team party's raffle for an iPod Mini...those hopes and dreams were ruined when the mini was won. It was won for three dollars, but most importantly it was won by someone not even on the Robotics team. Me. If you need a pure, real, hands-shaking-for-a-minute-afterward rush, you need look no further than crushing the hopes and dreams of an entire Stuy Robotics team. Like when I won the computer, the drawing was slow and nerve-breaking. Hopes and dreams were crushed handfuls at a time, as they called out the individual digits one by one. Brilliantly devious. The hopes and dreams were highest towards the end, so I savored the moment and devoured them as quickly as I could while receiving my prize. I was irked by not winning the tool set or emergency water in a pink fanny pack, but the mini was my consolation prize, and I received heckling as a complimentary (and obligatory) gift.

Team member: "You'd better watch your back."
Me: "You'd better not watch your back."
Team member: "...why not?"
Me: "Cause when I'm fucking you up the ass, it's best to just close your eyes and shut everything out."

Yea. No more heckling after that. I just shared the news with my girlfriend (who had left early but put also bid on the mini), and then gave her the mini as an early birthday present not long after. That's gonna be a tough bar for me to beat.

But I came close. While checking blogs, my girlfriend found out that Cold Stone ice cream was giving away a year's worth of ice cream as part of a new flavor promotion. We were going out anyway, so she convinced me to stop by and try our luck. The raffle drawing was slow and meticulous, but like the slow and meticulous drawings in the past, it had the same result. I won, though my girlfriend was actually the first to realize it. I got a boolet of certificates for free ice cream, twice a month for a year. Seeing a serving of their ice cream probably has more fat than I have on my entire body...I could definitely use it. I split the book with her, because if she didn't enter the raffle too, who knows who would have been picked? And, you know, I'm nice. *protectors of modesty bust into the room, guns blazing*

In others news, there's a lot of road trip mileage going on nowadays. I had to drop off my brother at baby CTY this Sunday, which was more boring than anything else. We got there obscenely early like we always do, and we always end up having massive downtime before the opening ceremony. I didn't exactly have nostalgia, because I barely remember anything about baby CTY...I was more tired than anything else. I slept straight through the majority of the 4 and 5 hour rides to and from Chestertown, Maryland.

And I'll be taking seven hour rides this Friday and Saturday. I'm going to the RIT Careers & College program, where I can learn about a variety of careers, but with a strong emphasis on vocational goals and engineering. I'm using this as a major chance to find out more about the computer science field, because everyone my mother has talked to says that it's crap. Low pay, not enough jobs, long hours...ditto for architecture, my secondary option for a major. But at least the trip will be fun, because it's overnight and my girlfriend is coming with me. No pun intended.

All in's been good. Hot, though that's not always a bad thing. And it's nice to be able to eat Quiznos every day for lunch again and be paid to read Telgard, even despite its data loss.

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