A log of the Bard? A blow of the G?…

It’s Monday September 13, 2010, and it’s currently 12:34 A.M. I went to sleep an hour ago, and I’ll wake up somewhere in the nearby vicinity of 8:10 A.M. this same day. I’m not really accustomed to this sort of thing yet, but I guess I’ve got to start somewhere. Well I see a humongous old oak tree… like you’d expect to see in the middle of a thriving forest… But it is adjacent to, quite literally, nothing. As my legs begin to transport me towards this living, lonely relic, I begin to see things around it. First to appear are the roots, spreading out amidst blades of grass that oddly seem slightly too big. Now my brain begins to pick out of the visual signals some strange… things… moving nearby. To define them seems impossible, and to describe them, a challenge, but for the good of my goal I must try, failure excluded from my thoughts. The nearest one is tall… taller and taller still as I continue perambulating through the daze and the fog. Finally I see its eyes… no color that I have ever seen… sort of a mix between red and black that is neither reddish black nor dark red. Suddenly it cocks its massive head (which to me looks deformed and mis-configured, though in reality it may instead be mine that is off, and shoddily formed.

The thing bends its neck until the wretched face is right before me. I step back in terror, blink, and sit down both amazed and entranced as I suddenly see in front of me the face of the the most beautiful girl that I’ve ever met. She beckons to me to move closer towards the tree and the tiny creatures that dance around it… and her. Then, just as I tell my body to stand up, I float… upwards, on a cloud of the nothingness… neither white nor clear, nor any color or absence thereof. This energy of thought, as I only dare to imagine it, now moves me towards the tree, the maiden, and the creatures. As soon as fear enters my brain, fear that she isn’t real, fear that the small beings are going to assault me, fear nearly undefined that they all may be just a part of the tree, I fall… immediately traveling faster than the earth’s terminal velocity. What is occurring? What has just occurred? But most importantly, what is going to occur? I decide to take three steps while falling, after all I surely cannot make things worse now. Here goes… deep intake of what I only assume to be air… one…. two………three…………………………………. There it is, right below me is the exact same tree. It’s leaves just shot up towards me… They’re slowing me down… oh now they’re settling back on the tree… the grass appears to be about five feet below me.. On a whim, “ Hey! If I jump down, will I hurt one of the dancers?” I ask not really expecting a reply. Her face appears through the leaves of the tree… she kisses me on the lips, not as if she knows me, but because she knows me… that is what the kiss tells me. “No, Jump down and you will not be punished… and neither will they.” I’m trying to make sense of these words of hers… Suddenly… (hearing a very low rumbling slowly turn into a voice) “Listen AND obey… Did you not hear me?” “uh…uh…mmvvmm mm vvv” Tiny, mumblings are all that escape my mouth. I touch my fingers to my lips… My breathing is quickening, my pulse speeds up, and I push as much sound through my sealed lips as I can. “MM MM MMM Sr-r-r srrie… s-s-s-su…su… surrrie!” “ I understand… here, I shall fix that.” her voice returns to normal and she kisses me again, and with her tongue she pushes open my lips. Now she breathes in through my mouth… I can feel my lungs contracting… finally she pushes air back in, releases her seemingly cemented grasp on my neck and pulls me close. “ I’m sorry.” she whispers in my ear. Why? For what she did earlier or did she do something else now? Questions, and their blood-brothers, worries fly through my mind an an incredible speed. But now.. they slow… down….. I feel my body fall through the tree limb and into her lap. Now she’s getting smaller and smaller till now she’s the same size as me, and as human and beautiful as she has ever looked. She kisses me again, and I nod my head for some strange reason… She’s undoing the buttons running down her blouse… she removes it… suddenly, as I see her unbuttoning her pants I notice that my hands are moving… I look down. I’m removing my pants. What is going on? I try to control my hands but they just keep at their task… the next thing I know it’s happening… I see her swaying, rocking, almost floating on top of me… I can feel… I breath in and smell an immortal perfection wafting through the air… But I feel… I look down… Yes it is happening… what is going on? I… feel…. I feel… good… my mind is blank… All I see is her eyes…. This is perfect, but I still don’t understand… Now these thoughts leave my mind… all thoughts are diminishing as I speak… Now I……………………………………………………..



Ciamar a tha hu? I think this is immensely misspeelled… but so be it… How are you people? Well I hope. I am doing fairly well. I will try to communicate more soon.

I intend now to pass along, as did Little Nemo so very often do, into Slumberland… Wish me drams as sweet as a butterscotch ripple… and may no rarebit influence my dreams to be foul.

Tag eins… okay that’s enough Deutsch for today… good morning, and welcome to a brand spanking new plane of existence… no spanking the plane permitted though… sorry. It’s the missiles you see, they’ll go off so bloody easily, unlike cheese, because if cheese goes off you can always convince the French that it’s a delicacy… by the way, good blue cheese is delicious… in my opinion. But…I…Digress, Do not go gently into reading this blog, actually it doesn’t matter how you read it really, just so long as you read it… so give it a soft, loving, careful caress if you like… alternatively, if you’re not a weirdo, you can just read it… whatever floats your boat. I presume water.

The sprite of spring that is… the beginning, wish me luck.