| I
was in some kind of assembly at the high school I
graduated from. The assembly was like a large
show-and-tell that was being recorded for
television. The first speaker was from Kentucky
and he held up a gold medal he had recieved. He
showed it around and then handed it to me to pass
around. I returned to my seat on the front row
and, not soon thereafter, the medal returned to
my hands. By this time, I couldn't remember what
the guy had looked like so I let the girl sitting
next to me look at it. The guy noticed the medal
had made the rounds and approached to reclaim it.
The girl handed it to me and I gave it back to
him. Blackout.
We weren't at the school
anymore and I was in a smaller group... once
again, sitting on the front row. The meeting was
taking place in a basement room and the subject
of discussion was whether we believed animals
experienced feelings. Of course, I said yes.
About this time, I noticed some people I knew
were in the group... including the guy in
charge... DA. Someone brought out two or three
cats and they meandered around the group. Two of
them finally came to rest in my lap, and stayed
contentedly purring, for the rest of the
discussion. DA looked interested that the cats
wanted to stay with me and no one else.
Blackout.
I think I was in the same
group... only later, and it was smaller than
before. Everyone was writing or drawing on the
floor... I'm not sure what. I noticed my mother
arrived to pick me up but, as I stood, my knee
fritzed out. A gasp escaped my lips... having
already been sore from working out in the yard
the day before [in waking life]. DA looked
worried and asked my mother what the matter was
and she quickly explained about my bad knee as I
gathered my things.
Blackout.
A girl and I were the only ones
left in the room, and were cleaning up our stuff.
I think it was the same girl that was sitting
next to me at the beginning. We were talking a
little and noticed a large purple glob. I think
it represented my mother's waterbed, because we
had drained it the other night... and it's big
and purple.
We went over to the blob and
examined it. If you touched or patted it, it
would move a little bit and then copy what you
did with the same force that you did it in, only
in reverse. So, if you squished your hand into
it, it would twitch and then a "hand"
would stretch out of it. I punched it as hard as
I could and then moved back as it twitched a
little bit. A long form stretched out from the
blob, with a fist-like shape at the very top, and
then went back down. I patted it next and then
watched as it moved a little and then tiny bumps
like something was patting it from the inside
rippled it's surface. After a while, I got bored
and left.
Long blackout.
My step-father, mother,
brother, step-sister, and I went to California
and, while we were there, visited my biological
father, step-mother, and half-brother. My
half-brother was really young... in fact, he was
still wearing diapers. I played with him for a
while before dinner was served... potatoes au
gratin. I think we were there for a celebration
party... perhaps a birthday or graduation or
something... I don't know. There were presents
and cards for me and my mother said I could open
the cards and separate the presents... they were
all taped together with ribbon so that they could
be carried easier.
I went upstairs, where the
presents were kept, and began to separate them...
pulling out the cards as I found them. My
half-brother in and we played for a little until
he informed me that he had wet his diaper. I
brought him downstairs, where everyone was
talking in the living room, and told my
step-mother. She took him away to change the
diaper.
It was really weird seeing both
of my families together. They didn't feel any
tension... but, for some reason, I did... it was
just... odd.
End.
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