The magical ship or was it an acid trip?

Journal Entry: Friday September 1, 2006

I can feel the positive energy blazing through my body this fine Friday morning. Feeling the desire to write, words flow through my mind as I recap the dream I just had. While some of us wake up with other desires, whether sexual or aching cravings to just go back to dreamland instead of facing the day, I on the other hand, tend to try to recapture the magical memories of my dreams in the front of my brain and not let them get lost in the back. The majority of the time the dreams do go fuzzy within minutes and then are lost forever. Now this is not a typical story with a plot, theme, climax, and resolution. I do not write for the pleasure of others and I really could care less if anyone reads what I have to say because it probably sounds like a bunch of garble from a delusional person that likes to write about their dreams that have no endings and always come to a halter abruptly without leaving the reader with a sense of satisfaction. Again, I am just writing what I remember and really, what I feel like.
A euphoric body fry rushes throughout my body. Why do I feel this way? Did I just smoke a fatty? Wait, that wouldn't make sense because I never made a good stoner. It just didn't mesh well with my brain chemistry. While most people tend to feel relaxed and mellow, I feel paranoid and a bit psychotic. Most people chill and don't worry about their hectic lives while I tend to automatically obsess about why I am feeling so limp and lazy. True stoners heart rate rests while mine speeds up like I am running a freaking marathon and then I think I can't breathe. Like I said I made a terrible paranoid pot head. Maybe I should get this problem checked out. Hey don't laugh at me. See this is my journal and although the writer is technically not supposed to talk to the reader directly, I do what I want to do and therefore, I am telling you the reader, not to laugh at me. As you can see this is not your typical journal entry because I can write as scattered and disorganized as I want and you will just have to try and follow along.
So now back to my dream. I am ecstatic that I am about to embark on a new adventure and am boarding the Royal Caribbean. I have been planning this for years and finally my master journey has come alive. I am the captain setting sail with my pirates. Where did all of these people come from? I see friends from random stages of my life appear throughout the ship. Old high school buddies that I lost touch with or weren't even necessarily that close with are there. My closest girlfriends Phoebe Erica and Lily are all running around acting nuts as usual. Random acquaintances from my travels throughout Costa Rica, Europe, and other mysterious lands are scattered here and there. I am so thrilled that all of my buddies and these familiar faces are about to embark on this journey with me that I can barely contain myself.
The ship has the body of a real cruise ship but the inside is filled with little villages made of cobble stone sidewalks and beautiful vibrant flowers flourishing around little cottages. It looks like something out of Lord of the Rings. All of the little cottages are candlelit inside and are glowing. Inside them I imagine little hobbits sitting by the fire drinking tea and eating English biscuits. The decks are made out of old rich cabin wood with areas for sitting around and just chilling. The wood reminds me of old cabins out in the wilderness surrounded by evergreen trees. I can even smell the pine. I see some old high school boys having beer chugging contests and doing keg stands on the deck and I chuckle to myself thinking about how silly we used to be. The interior of my ship is elegantly designed through the eyes of the Titanic director James Cameron. Yes I love that movie and I don't care if it's sappy. All the ladies wish we had Leonardo drawing a mosaic of us naked and maybe some boys that swing that way wish that too. Anyways, the antique china and crystal glasses are neatly displayed over round tables with the chandelier looming above from the ceilings. The smell, taste, energy, and inner emotions within me all change with every different section of my ship like when you reminisce of different periods of timelines throughout your life.
For example, the deck where my high school friends are partying bring back the smell of beer, flavor of ash, feeling of guilty giddiness, and a shiver of coldness. You see when I was in high school, we would always head out to the desert, get totally shit faced on cheap beer by the fire; hence the smell of beer and ashen flavor. I would always feel a little guilty knowing mom wouldn't necessarily approve but that made it all the more exciting. And, it was always a little chilly at night but we would be so fucked up it wouldn't phase me. The smell of the wood reminded me of camping out in the wilderness with a huge fire blazing in the middle of our campsite. Leaving the decks, I stroll over to the cottages and feel an overwhelming joyful sensation of a small child back in the summers of Germany, my second home, in which the houses are so delicate and warm. I remember the rows of sunflowers lined up alongside the farms and the greenery of the land that my family is from. At this moment I can not put the connection together because this village on my ship does not look at all like my Oma's in Germany, but yet, the aura of joy it gives me is the same.
This ship is a trip! The colors everywhere are so bright and the warmth of the sun shining on us infiltrates every inch of our bodies. I stroll along the lower decks and to my amazement I realize this ship is different than any I have ever been on before. It is moving ever so slowly through the suburbs. Kids are playing on the streets and riding up to the ship on their bicycles. They can jump on and off the ship like a slow moving treadmill. The kids are so adorable because they are making a game out of jumping on and off the ship like jumping back and forth from fantasy to reality. I hear one of the kids moms yelling at them to get in the house and soon after, they all scatter away into their homes for dinner. Wow I think to myself, I know we are leaving from somewhere in California but it's amazing how the homes all look like my childhood neighborhood in Sugarland, Virginia. I feel a pang of de ja vu but figure it must just be some kind of a coincidence. The only area of water in which the ship sails on top of is directly under the ship. It's like the ship is sailing throughout the neighborhood. I don't dare to jump off this magical ship into reality because I enjoy the fantasy world of my magical ship much more.
So where exactly are we all headed to? My brain is fuzzy and I can't seem to recall. And then I remember we are on our way to Prague but for some reason, I can't remember why and what I will be doing there. My mind and body is so relaxed and warm that I don't concern myself with these questions. I just go with the flow of the ship. And then I wake up and realize, yes it is a fine Friday morning and this dream is coming alive in a matter of months. Unfortunately, I will not be setting sail on a magical ship with all of my loved ones from my past and present. But nevertheless, I will be embarking on a whole new world. I think to myself before starting my day and locking this dream into my memory, amazing, this dream will soon become my reality in only a matter of months…..