Voices

6/29/2011 I am in some sort of underwater vehicle with others, exploring in the ocean. I remember something about a shipwreck or magic or some sort of danger. I am at an apartment complex. I am discovering great music, and I do not understand the words. It is in Latin or something. I am trying to weigh myself. I fiddle with the scale to try to get it to work. Someone comes in. I hide behind the shower curtain, using the mirror to make sure I am hidden, but it is just A. Some security guard types are mixing a vat of candy stuff with a pretzel stick. It is deadly? They are feeding it to the seniors. Old guy above my apartment climbs down a trapdoor to the first floor and sees people moving outside. He starts to figure out what is going on and throws a fit. I am in a rocket, flying dangerously. I land on a strange tiny moon. There is lots of greenery, but one section is wilted and black. It seems evil and scary. There is a path with sprinklers on one side. I attempt to walk past without getting wet and fail. The king/mother/god of all sprinklers is at the end. I get very wet. I turn the corner. There is a very localized bit of rain. I walk through it, and something presses against me from both sides, scrubbing, cleaning. It is like a car wash. Next up is polishing. I manage to dodge past that. Turning the next corner, I am back in the apartment complex corridor. I go in and find the old guy and someone else lying on their backs on the floor. They will not wake up. I try to open their eyes. I am panicking. Their eyes will not open. After waking, I read a bit and then decided to attempt a WILD. I think I wrote the various bits down in the wrong order, but I have got no idea what the right order is. Fragmented experiences with vivid imagery. I see rotating vistas. I experience sleep paralysis sensations, breaking through into dream without being able to move or having no body. I am walking around my old house wrapped in a blanket, but when I look in the hall mirror, I see a shady, indistinct figure wrapped in a blanket whose only distinguishable feature is two bright blue points of light for eyes. I am in a department store, but I am incorporeal, apparently. No one can see or hear me. I decide to become a fantasy character named <PERSON>. I draw my sword. Apparently, I am not invisible anymore, as everyone is frightened, running and crying out. I put the sword away and walk outside the store. There is a girl with long, straight, blond hair. I hear a female voice talking about my death, as if it would be an experiment (on the world). She wonders if I am ready for "suicide counseling." I remember something about a cliff, falling, a brief glimpse of my grieving mother, and a scene taking place in a bathroom.