(Posted on Monday the 25th of May, written on the 13th)

Last night was weird and fascinating at the same time.  For the first time ever, I managed to enact mental control over my dream (to some extent.)  I don’t remember all of it clearly, as the relativity of time, and the change of such could not possibly allow me to remember every detail of that day that took place in only a mere three of four hours.

When I first realized I was dreaming, my first experiment, like most others, was flight.  Although, why humans lust the ability to soar through the sky has always eluded me.  But there I was, floating above the ground as I tired to reach a balcony.  As I recall, my mind did not appreciate me trying to take control over my subconscious, and actually worked towards fighting back.  The details, even within the dream itself became blurry as it tried to force me to believe that I was “waking up.”  I emphasize this because I only recall actually waking up twice during the night, when in the course of events I “wake up” five, six, or maybe even seven times.  All before four in the morning, and after twelve twenty at night.  Of course, what continues to allude me is how much or how little control I had over the situation.  Was I controlling my dreams, or simply dreaming about controlling them?

I do, however, acknowledge that it was not entirely controlled, as I was not able to reach said balcony, and I, at one point, kissed my ex-girlfriend, Christine Beare.  I have been thinking about this odd event, and have arrived at the conclusion that I must not be as over here as I continue to believe I am.  I think it may have something to do with her being the final brick pulled from the foundation before it finally collapsed around me.  Of course, that doesn’t even include Kyri, who is now saying she was in a committed relationship with me, and did such things because she was scared of commitment, of all things!  Not to my face though, of course.

Meh, I’ll write more later, when I can better concentrate my thoughts.