I wake up because the alarm is yelling at me. 12:32 the clock reads. "-- wake the fuck up wake the fuck up wake the fuck up wake the fuck up wake the fuck up wake the fuck up wake the --" the clock has been blaring out at me for the past 2 and a half minutes. So basically I'm lying in bed waiting for the clock to shut the hell up but who'm I kidding, it's not going to. So I get up. I scratch my head, rub my eyes, wipe those hard crusty things out of the corners of them. Kick the wooden slats on the side of my bed on accident as I'm getting out. Now the heel of my foot is in pain but hey, it's 12:32, and I just woke up, so what's to be expected, grace and charm? I punch the alarm and it doesn't do any good so, finally awake, I reach to the back of the alarm and flick the off switch. Now my hand hurts though. My alarm is tough.

Yellow lines are flowing down my arms and I trip across the chair that lies in my way as the sudden realization occurs to me that I'm falling through the floor. I grasp rapidly for something to hold onto but my hands pass through. I've fallen now, and the earth is rushing past me. The crawlspace beneath the house, where'd it go? It was nowhere, earth was the instant grounding. Now I'm entrenched in worms and beetles and maggots and dirt and shit and bodies that have decomposed for millenia and I'm falling still and this is true panic. I open my mouth to scream until I realize the dirt might fill it and then my mouth shuts instantly. Falling through dirt is illogical! Falling and falling and

Stuck. Here I am. Suffocating. The thoughts running through my head are not the ones that should be running through my mind. Instead of "How can I get out of here?" or even "How did I get here?" I think "Will I be missed?" or "I hope someone informs all my friends online" or "Eww..that worm just crawled on my nose." Just when I think I'm unable to stand holding my breath anymore, something shifts. Now I'm not entrenched in the dirt. Now I'm entrenched in stone.

I catch my breath. How? Dunno.

The scenery shifts again. Now I'm standing before a man. He says "Satchel." I say "Gargamel." He nods his head. The scenery shifts again. Now I'm standing before this chick that has the head of a really scary lizard. Nice body though.. She says "Tea." I say "Sweetened no lemon?" She says "Buttered popcorn?" I say "My fingernails.." She says "Yeah, but I bet you never saw THIS one coming." Then she touches me with this magical wand (I assume it's magical, anyway) and now my feet are made of jello or some gelatin product and standing is becoming incredibly difficult. I start wobbling back and forth. Meanwhile she's giggling and I'm just trying to get a grip on reality so when I pitch forward my hands reach out to grab her and, well, needless to say, I'd imagine, I grab onto something I shouldn't have and now she's looking down at me with this look like "Dude..." and I just have to say "Oh...sorry..." Then the thought (finally) occurs to me to LET GO and so I do. And I fall. So now I'm on the ground in a little pile, my feet are jello (or whatever gelatin product you like) and probably my hands are a little scuffed up cause they hit the ground really hard and now that I notice, the ground is not very soft. So in my head I'm cursing softly but the lizard-lady says "Hey, it's alright," and so I'm standing now. Why? Well...I'd think that's obvious.

Realization of what I've gained is now immense. I'm so much more and so much less. I'm scared and elated. I move to go back to my room, understanding all of what I've gone through. The codes...it's all there. So I move through the wall and the ceiling and the floor and the dirt and the crawlspace that disappeared and I'm in my room and the alarm is going off cause it's two minutes ago. I giggle softly as I plan the past...I get into the alarm then, and start saying "wake the fuck up" over and over and over and watch as I wake up and strike the bed. I then proceed to walk over to the clock and turn it off and I paint myself yellow and force myself into the ground..it's actually funny, controlling myself in the past like this. But then I'm gone so I get back out of the clock and stretch..

The hunger is instant in physical form. The knowledge of all I am now is oppressive but...somehow I love this so much more. All the vampire books..all the books about the supernatural...they've all got it half right. I'm there now, I'm on that plane. I've got my head above the clouds as it were. Time to reap the whirlwind.

~Guns~~Thel~~Adam~~Wesley Adams~