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8 May 1999
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the dreams i woke up to have faded, but i'll try to reconstruct what i can. i was on a boat with four or five other people. we were running away from something. the first night we fell into some sort of deep sleep. my awareness switched to somewhere else, where there were people plotting out projected course. we were supposed to land somewhere in south america, or maybe the yucatan. but our boat had never arrived there, so they figured out where we were likely to have ended up. according to their computer simulations, we ran aground in antarctica.
later someone was recounting the story of our rescue (or capture, i'm not sure). and hearing the story, i was back in antarctica, reliving it, but differently. when our boat cashed, we spread a wave of warmth over the ice. by the time we awoke, which we hadn't done originally, antarctica was temperate, sub-tropical even. but i recalled shivering as i stepped off the boat.
later still, in this alternate timeline where we hadn't left antarctica, we were in a maze of hallways, some sort of surreal living room/grocery store. our hosts (or captors?) had made some sort of vegan, tomato-less lasagne, which i liked, but a member of our group was complaining about the lack of cheese.
so it's weird. i feel differently now that school's over. my day to day life hasn't changed much, and it's only been a couple of days, but the lack of scholastic obligations has completely recoloured the lens through which i see things. it's almost as striking a feeling as if i had stepped through into an parallel universe in which the sky was purple or plants were orange. everywhere i look things are different, although everything's still basically the same shape.
later someone was recounting the story of our rescue (or capture, i'm not sure). and hearing the story, i was back in antarctica, reliving it, but differently. when our boat cashed, we spread a wave of warmth over the ice. by the time we awoke, which we hadn't done originally, antarctica was temperate, sub-tropical even. but i recalled shivering as i stepped off the boat.
later still, in this alternate timeline where we hadn't left antarctica, we were in a maze of hallways, some sort of surreal living room/grocery store. our hosts (or captors?) had made some sort of vegan, tomato-less lasagne, which i liked, but a member of our group was complaining about the lack of cheese.
so it's weird. i feel differently now that school's over. my day to day life hasn't changed much, and it's only been a couple of days, but the lack of scholastic obligations has completely recoloured the lens through which i see things. it's almost as striking a feeling as if i had stepped through into an parallel universe in which the sky was purple or plants were orange. everywhere i look things are different, although everything's still basically the same shape.