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DREAMING WITH FLIGHT

I woke up and got out of bed agitated. They had woken me up. Not directly, but they pushed me to it. I rolled out of bed. It was daytime. I didn't really notice my surroundings and their details were not important, I had my goal. I left my room and headed down the stairs, looking around every possible place for them. They were somewhere and I only planned on finding them. What after that I don't know, I've never gotten that far. I see my sister at the computer. "Where is everyone?" I asked determined. "Well Casey's at school, and Mom and Dad are at work."

If you are ever awake to hear your alarm clock, or the noise that you wake up to, the aware consciousness that the sound signals comes over you. It's programmed. Don't complain about being Pavlov's Bitch because you do have a body and you are impressionable. Anyway, this transfer. It feels like your inner eye is opening. Not the one that peers into people and sees them for what they really are, but the one that goes away when you take Dayquil. That opens.

Everything became clear then. The outside surroundings became suddenly relevant and it seemed my hunt ended. Everything just appeared. Like seeing a face for a while, then realizing it is someone you know. I went back upstairs ashamed.

I later asked my sister if I seemed "out of it" when I asked her where everyone was. She said, after a pause, "yeah, why?" "I was sleepwalking."

Sleepwalking has been scientifically proven that it is not accompanied by memory of the events. It occurs during the stage of sleep in which the brain waves are minimal, therefor no images can be produced. The only part of the mind that is operational is the ability to move the body. Well fuck science because I sleepwalk a lot, and I remember.