It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. A time of great expectations, a time of joy, a time of excitement. A time of strange feelings rolling through. A time of foreboding, a time of visions, a time of hauntings, a time of unbelievable events. And thus it began.

Thinking myself asleep... imagine my surprise to suddenly find myself being spirited forward along a path. Picking up speed on this winding trail feels even more out of the ordinary as the realization hits me that its not being done by my will, as I am being carried along wondering where in the world I am going. The moving path twists a few times to the left and back to the right and once upward and then downward again. Suddenly I find myself sitting in what seems to be an automobile. Surprisingly I am seated in the driver's seat looking out the front window at the grass and trees along a fence line right ahead of me. I grab the steering wheel and quickly turn the car to the left just in time to miss slamming into the hedge trees straight ahead. Now my blood is pumping as I realize we almost hit those trees. Steering the car through this field as if driving in a meadow with bumps of tall grass makes me wonder why we are not on a road. Now that I have the car under control I realized that I am not alone as I sense friends in the car with me. A woman is sitting in the middle to my right and a man to her right in the passenger seat. In the back seat are three more people. I realize I don't know who these people are but they are my friends never the less. I turn my head to the right toward the woman and ask her "Are you from the stars?" As in reply from her to my question, I suddenly find myself feeling loving feelings and the starting of intense emotions for her beginning to well up from deep inside myself. And I want to draw closer to her because I like these feelings a lot.

Somewhere Down The Road

'there was a message: that being that thru incarnating repeatedly we were kept "forever young" and we had new bodies and got to feel new fresh feelings over and over anew...'

I know I was asleep because I remember the cold air blowing over me from the fan on the machine at the end of the bed. It was supposed to be cold, that's what they said. I had pulled up my sheet and two covers to under my neck and buried my arms inside to get the best warmth possible. Oddly I began seeing scenes, they didn't make sense at first. They weren't in focus and I didn't understand what I was seeing. Suddenly I could see plain as day as a large dark brick building panned before my eyes off in the distance. I was looking up at it puzzled because it looked like a fusion between an old prison and an old hospital. I didn't see any signs of life or movement except just this magnificent multi-storied old building before my eyes which seemed very important for some unknown reason. The scene changed and I seemed to find myself walking around the grounds in the courtyard of this grand old building. Again I can't seem to see very well and everything is out of focus. I sense some figures around me which unsettles me. I'm not sure what is going on. I don't know if I should be concerned or not but I am beginning to feel some anxiety. These men are bothering me. Suddenly! "What the Hell!" "Leave me alone!" I don't like being grabbed by the arms and wrestled with! Now I'm starting to get pissed off and begin to fight back swinging my arms wildly. Then I don't remember my assailants any more. My next awareness is of being in a room sitting on the floor and I don't seem to be able to move very much. This room seems as if it is in the lower part of this grand old building. There is a window off to my right near the ceiling and I can see out up into the distance. Off in the distance on the side of a grassy hill I see another building which somehow seems beautiful to me. I don't know why but this building seems special. I only see this building for a few seconds before I realize that the hill with the building is moving out of sight and I realize that the room and thus the grand old building I think I am in is actually slowly rotating counterclockwise. I sense I am not alone but I don't see anyone yet but I know I'm not alone. I find myself falling now because I see clouds passing quickly upward by me. Suddenly I seem to be somehow squeezed by these clouds as they seem to be slowing me down and I drop more slowly to down below.

The thought "I am what I am!" came drifting through my memory as I dropped softly down onto the cold surface of the street in front of me. I noticed that my feet were bare yet they did not feel the coolness of the stones on the pavement. I was wearing a garment of soft material as if an off colored whiteness from my neck down to my ankles with only my head and legs protruding. It rustled slightly as I moved. Up ahead I swear was another version of me or at least that's what it seemed to be, walking some distance ahead forward up the street as well. Then I looked over to its right and some distance behind yet still ahead of me was yet what appeared to be another version of me. I didn't know how that could be. They weren't really me, yet I wasn't so sure. We seemed to be connected in some way and I felt a warm feeling toward the both of them. Suddenly it was as if we were repeating this scene and I was now in a different position than before but still there were only the three of us walking forward up that street. A musing thought came to me that I had dropped into this creation from somewhere else. Maybe that would explain how this scene could be repeated except I was now in a different position yet all else was the same. Could I be from another time and place, dropped into this me for some unknown reason? Maybe my other memories were wiped clear so that I would not be able to know how this happened. I could feel the fog and mist and mystery here. Somehow I knew that a tale without a muse can not be, so what is this that I am playing and who are those that find this so amusing?