Sick Dreams

09.02.2004

Having a cold the past few days, I tend to have interesting sinus medicine induced dreams when I sleep long enough to dream. Tuesday night, while running a slight fever no less, I dreamed I was at my old high school, which had merged with the public library building, and I was running around planting pencil shaped nuclear devices throughout the school. After planting them, I would run outside to see Jerry and make sure everything was ok. He would look at the building through really cool binoculars that had all kinds of high tech displays and doo-dads, and then tell me I had planted the nuclear pencils wrong and that I had to go back and try it again. And I would. And it would still be wrong. I woke up before sticking a nuclear pencil in Jerry.

Last night I could tell I was getting better. No nuclear pencils. Last night I was the Master of Time. I could make time go fast, or I could make time go slow. No making of the time going backwards. Now the interesting part here is that I was in a dark room with nothing in it, obviously the best place to practice my mastery over time. No clocks, nothing in my surroundings was moving. So how did I know I was the Master of Time? I just knew. I willed time to go slower, and I could feel the time move slower. I willed the time to move faster, and again I could feel the time move faster.

There's a good chance I may actually have this power, because I remember willing time to move forward faster so that I could sleep through the night for once, and last night was the first night in a week that I managed to get up only once. I am the Master of Time!

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