I hit hard, I didn't die, or didn't splat as a human being would, I just hit. With great impact I bounced up about 3 feet and hit again. Dust flew
in front and around me, I was knocked out of wind. I couldn't breathe, It began to hurt. As I was fighting to breathe, I noticed I lost the object
in my hand. I was looking for it around me, but I didn't want to move. I ragained wind, and slowly crawled forward. Suddenly my old friend Mac
walked up to me and laughed a little and asked me if I needed help. I shrugged, he helped me anyway. He said "I found this", it was a notebook. I
told him to give it to me, and that I lost it when I hit. (For some odd reason the tear or whatever I was looking for and once had became a notebook)
He handed it to me, but he said in only one condition. I nodded, he wanted me to buy him a pop. Heheh. We were suddenly back in school, people
everywhere. I bought him his pop, the bell rang. He said,"I gotta get back to class, it's a 2 hour slot". I nodded, holding the notebook loosley
in my hands. He walked away into the crowd. I went back to the library in the same spot I was sitting in. I sat there and opened this notebook,
nothing was written in it, although it looked like it had been around forever. I didn't care, I wanted it. I put my head down on the table and
stared at the clock, the numbers were totally backward, but in my dream I knew what time it was, but I don't remember now.. heh

. A song was
playing in the backround of everything, Wake Up by Mad Season, hence my screen name. The song was repeating "Wake up young man, it's time to wake
up, wake up, wake up....Wake up, wake up, wake up, Ohhhh Yeah! Wake up young man, it's time to wake up! Your love affari has got to go yeah.. For
ten long years, for ten long years, the leaves to rake up...Slow suicide is no way to go...Ohhh. Slow suicide is no way to go...Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" All of the ending of the song..
I finally woke up, Covered in sweat and tears in my pillow. I was conjested, because of crying I guess. My roommate was lying there reading his
book, "Bad dream huh?" I looked at him and shook my head.."Nah, it was good." He was still reading,"Oh" he said.. "Try not to think too
much into it". This kid was pretty intelligent. I said okay, left, and couldn't think about anything but this dream.. It tourmented me for days,
weeks, and months. I hadn't thought too much about it until the other night.. I woke up scared, afraid to go back to bed I just stared with my
eyes open. I thought I felt a presence in my house, I live alone so it was pretty creepy. And it still is, i'm still somewhat afraid to sleep.
I've been diagnosed with insomnia for sometime now. Even then I got more sleep, this sucks. It would be pretty sweet to get some opinions and or
advice on all of this. This has been recurring quite recently, I want it to subside.
Sorry to whoever posted this thread, I didn't mean to take over with an overlylong post. Thanks in advanced to whoever reads this post, and to
actually replys. I don't really expect anyone to though. Thanks in general. MadSeason313