If Life Was a High Fidelity Stereo System I'd be Wearing Headphones

I've seen mirrors that distort your appearance, make your legs seem long and your body short. I've seen the looks of frustration on the faces of passers by as they wonder why I'm so pissed off. I've seen the sun falling from the sky as the hours pass. I thought of you.

I laid back with a grin on my face, the green grass caressing my naked back. I closed my eyes. There were hundreds of people and they all knew me. I was doing all the things I said I'd do. I'd finally found what I was looking for. Smiling faces laughed as they handed me gifts with neat silk bows around them.


I've seen the future. I've seen the decline of substance abusers and the rise of hard workers. I've witnessed the demise of plans and watched as hopes wither with little intent to back them up. I've seen relationships destruct due to animosity and impatience. It doesn't matter.

I sat next to the golden mirror wondering why I dare not look into my eyes. I want to understand myself but will I like what I find? I tapped my foot and finally frustration moved my legs for me and I rose to my feet. An angry man staring into my pupils made me feel lost and afraid. I softened.

Tilting my head to one side I saw where I'd been failing. My faults and mistakes were laid out like linen on a morning field. I smiled with my mouth and my hazel eyes. My hair's getting long. I laughed out loud and thought of that smiling face. There was a whisper in my heart. It was a voice that spoke clearly but distantly. It said
'Don't let it bother you.'

I Fly in my Dreams

As a kid and an adult my favourite dreams were the ones where I could fly. I always wanted to fly in my dreams. When I did I felt this overwhelming sense of freedom.

'You dream about the last thing you think about before you go to sleep' she told me. That's why I've got the picture of the Maldives and the poster of the scenic beach in Thai Land above my bed. The theory is I see them then dream I'm there. It hasn't worked yet.

Last night I decided to do an experiment. I remembered the theory about the last thing you think about. I used my imagination just like I do when I'm writing my novel. I closed my eyes, laid back and put myself in the picture. I imagined myself flying over trees, over blue seas and even through central Sheffield. I nodded off about half an hour later.

Low and behold I'm dreaming of flying. Although my dream has it's own plot flying is involved. I'm escaping from predators. I soar and fly and keep flying. I realise I'm in a dream.

I often have lucid dreams where I can control things like an omnipotent being. In this dream I realise I'm dreaming. I ask myself what if I run out of flying power? I kept flying, able to control my direction and in a way, the outcome of the vivid story. I can't wait to see what I can do with tonight's dream.

Lost in Dream Land

So I'm in the middle of telling Peach and Alex that I'm making a tricking video. I tell them I'm making it to prove that people can do tricking but still have no real interest in it. I start thinking about what I'm going to put in the video as we walk through town.

Peach kicks off a wall and flies high over the head's of two people who are singing in town. He lands and runs swiftly.
'He's good isn't he' I turn around and say
'Yes.' I do some jumps myself. I land in a martial arts stance.

I'm walking home, practising a bit of martial arts. There are three football hooligan types walking on the path where I'm practising. I sense their hostility and the big muscular guy to the left advances towards me. I run from him, sensing that he's hostile. I run down a hill and he' so big he can't keep up. I enter a housing estate and vault over a few fences just to make sure I'm free of him.

I walk onto a bus and show my pass. I sit down and look around me. It looks like America. There are tower blocks all around me surrounded by trees and roads. How the hell will I get home?