| This is a dream I had last night. It's kind of long, so if you don't want to read a lot, skip this. I'm walking up a hill, trying to catch a bus. I see Michael Butron wave at me and then look to the approaching bus, which speeds by. I ask him why he didn't signal the bus to stop. He says he doesn't know, and walks to campus. Campus is enourmous. Take Zilker Park, and double it; that's just the part I can see. It's mostly grassy fields, surrounding a complex of buildings that are just a middle school and high school. I get to the music complex, and am in an old band hall. I'm a gumshoe and my partner and I are investigating several dissaperences. recently, people have been dissapering, and accompaning these dissapearences are strange lights, sound, and voices. I'm standing in the middle of the room when this indescribable being appears. She had form, but it wasn't tangible enough to describe. Energy emenated from her. She told me, without speaking, that it was my turn to elevate to a higher plane of conciousness. Instantly I'm covered in a suit of immense beuaty. Imagine a butterfly wing. Now imagine the parts inbetween the lines are a light shimmering glowing blue. The lines are a silvery blue, emanating from a ridge of the material at my collar bone, decending down my body, arms, and legs, and up my neck leaving only my face and finger tips uncovered. The part in between the lines is like a second skin, but the lines are all ridged. I know what the stories I heard from others before meant. People saw someone in a suit like this, but a vivid forest green, and the pattern emenated from a line down their chest. After I'm covered in the suit, suddnely it's gone, but then it slowly growing back from my fingers. There's a disk of sparkaling blueish-purple energy swirling behind me. I'm standing not in the band hall, but on a bridge about 2 1/2 feet wide. The suit covers me half way when my partner calls out my name. I come to, back in the band hall. I quickly run out, running through other band halls during their rehearsals, pushing the kids out of the way. I searching frantically for something. I complete a circuit of the hall I'm in, when I find it: a water fountain. I drink from it like I haven't had water in days. I'm on the Drag with my partner and a stool pidgeon that looks a lot like Will Ferell. We're checking a lead. Some art gallery mistress knows something about the dissappearances. We send him in first. We hear them arguing before she kicks him out. I see her standing in the doorway, wearing only a towel. She has wet blonde hair and tired eyes. I plead with her to help. She lets us in, drops the towel, and starts getting dressed. She says, "Those strange energies that accompany the dissapearences? They're caused by..." My alarm goes off. |
