wolven7 | Pure Morning.

For the first time, in a long time.

I'm in the School, again, and there are all of the people, there that were there, last time, but they aren't paying attention to me. The pretend not to notice me. Things, around me, have gotten darker, and sharper, and they don't want to get in trouble, for not being where they are supposed to be. It feels sad, and they feel scared. i focus on the ceilings, and on the tops of doors, especially in the art classes, and the biology classes.

I'm driving in the car, with my family, and they are driving me away from School, and we are in D.C., near my Grandma Kitty's house, and my Grandaddy Jack's house. We are driving around this street that leads to I85 North, off to the right, so i know that's how we get back to my house in Georgia. I look up and my mom and dad are gone, and it's only me in the car. I'm trying to stop it from rolling backwards, but the breaks don't work very well. After a bit of panic, I finally manage to get the emergency break, and the other break to work, and then i begin driving. I'm driving down this road that i've begun to slide backward on, and i see these children and adults, to my left, on the side of the road. They are cowering, with balloons, and it looks like Prague. The cops are trying to get through the people, and they deliberately run this kid over. I hear/say that motorcycles are just as dangerous as police cars, and suddenly, i'm on a crimson Harley Davidson, wearing my long leather trench coat, doing about 60. The bike is my dad's, and i hit these newspapers, in the road, and flip the bike. I'm laughing, though, because it won't stop me, and nothing can. I get up, pick up the bike, which isn't damaged, and get back on, and continue riding. At this point, i realise that i haven't left, and never will leave this school. I light a cigarette.

I'm walking my dad's motorcycle around a corner, and i hear someone, at my back, saying "Das ist nicht Deutsch." "Was?" "Das ist nicht Deutsch." And he is referring to where i'm going, around the corner. We have a conversation as i try to remember the word for Where, which, he tells me, is "Wo," and i ask "Wo ist Deutsch, dann?" He leads me into his house, and he has a son, and a wife, and they wife is very Nervous. Of course she is. It's 2003 Germany, and wwII is raging strong, right outside her door. They can obviously see that i'm black, but, because of the coat, and the bike, they say nothing, and think i'm an officer. The old guy shows me the stairs, and leads me down them, to look around. I see a basement, much like the one at Grandma Kitty's house. There is a section of wall missing, and i know that that is how i escape, because i'm not With the Reich, i'm Escaping it, and finding the people who know how to help me achieve my goals. I go back to the stairs and call up "Meinem Motorrad, bitte?" He sighs, scoffs, and starts leading me my bike. By the stairs there's a little TV which is also a framed still photograph, and it's playing scenes from the apocalypse, and there's an Angel, killing people, and there is fire, and destruction, and a Tree ablaze. And i know that the old man's son is at the front lines. I get my bike, and start trying to decide how i'm going to go down the tunnel. I'll need light, which is one of the reason's i needed my father's bike. I take off my coat, arrange my bags, drape them over the handle bars, and put my coat back on.

At some point demons decide to race me, and i win, having better things to do.

With my coat on, and the head light on, i begin the walk down the tunnel. After two steps i turn off the light, because i hear something, and i don't know if it's friendly. I slowly, quietly walk closer, and i see someone that looks like Kevin. I lean the bike against the tunnel wall, and go explore a passage, to the right, where it dead ends, into a small stage, with no audience seating. I go back to the bike, look to the left, and know that that corridor is longer. But there is someone speaking to me. She wants to check my bags, which i give her, and says that i have to follow around this person. The person that looked like Kevin, from a distance, isn't kevin but this girl i know, and she starts to talk/act like Chiana. We walk up some stairs, and around this compound, which has clear walls, but not really. There are various scenes going on, in each of the rooms. People performing plays, and comedy, and all kinds of things. I wake up

While awake, i slip back into sleep, briefly.

I have a sense of Deja Vu, though i can't remember why. Something about the place, is on a track that i've done, before. Loud Noise. {Here, as in the begining, in the school, I both Am, and am Watching Spider Jerusalem, who has started to grow some hair back, and isn't with Yelena, for some reason. Everyone knows that it's a bad idea for him not to be with her. You can't see the Spider Tattoo, and he acts a bit like Spike. We're wearing the trench, still.} I wake up

Alarm went off. Now i'm awake. Have been writing this, with certain breaks for info, since 10.16. Enjoy.