Day 12 of this damn expedition and I'm beginning to have regrets. My camel is farting like a metronome at 80 beats per minute and grunting while doing so. That mixed with the sound of its hoofs coarsing the sand in sliding succession is making for one stupefying carvinal band. Our water supply is dwindling at a non-conservative rate and I'm starting to get paranoid thinking my fellow voyagers are plotting against me, maliciously observing how my water container is managing to keep plenty.
Later on :
Up ahead, in the far distance there appears to be a strange cube like shape hovering above the horizon. None of us are sure how to respond to such a sight, but we move closer. The material of the cube is like nothing I have seen before. It has a irridescent bouyant quality to the surface but it does not even seem solid because one can see through it quite clearly. Although there is nothing much to see other than the other side of the cube's surface, which is also of the same unearthly shifting irridesence, its size poses quite a presence. Estimated, it is the size of a football field, about one hundred yards in width and height. Deserving of note, no shadow is being cast by this hovering cube. As we get closer one from the group points out a ladder that seems to lead upward to the heavens, though it is not leaning on anything for support. It is made of wood and has healthy vines growing around it. The ladder looks to be about eight feet tall and just stops. Angled on the top of this amorphous cube shape. Beyond, in the distance is a horse and it is chasing a storm. The storm is swirling slowly but noticeably in a circle around this cube. The horse, a brown healthy stallion, is gallanty chasing the storm away from the cube, never allowing it to move closer, just around. Between us and the floating cube are two red roses growing quite out of place in the barren desert. They strike us as a positive omen.
The meaning of all this confounds us more and more. Noone makes much sense of it, perhaps this is a halllucination? But how could we all be sharing the same hallucination? Have my fellow voyagers killed me and I am dead witnessing this? But I do not feel different, certainly I would know if I were dead? This I cannot be certain but in this moment is too much to dwell upon, but when is it ever not too much to dwell upon? Ok gather my thoughts. I'm in a desert, on a lost mission to find a remote village beyond mountains which we have seen none the like. We have not even seen mountains in two days! I scream to myself in my thoughts. Where are we?! I look around to my mates and one of them, Richardo, is with mouth open, eyes back, and leaning...falls to the ground. Miguel jumps off his camel and attempts to check Richardo's pulse but I know he is dead. Dehydration compounded with perplexing chaos amidst this recent vision did him in. We cannot rest long beside him so we divide his supplies among ourselves and agree to move around this alien scenario, noticing the spiralling storm moving toward our direction. That sure is one gallant healthy horse.
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I've cleaned pools for the last twenty three years of my life. My hands are rough and dry like you wouldn't believe from all the chlorine I've handled. Just look at them...'
'OH MAN! gets those crackled vice grips out of my sensitive eye's sight! Haven't you ever heard of moisturizer?!
'Chlorine always wins I'm telling you. These hands stopped retaining moisture after the fourth year of working this stuff.'
'Couldn't you get some worker's compensation for that or something? There's certain quality of life issue's going on there.'
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Some crowded public event. People cheering enjoying themselves, entirely lost in their moment, negligent of any other realities than their own.
Just then a tidal wave comes exploding through the ampitheater and sweeps everyone into a different reality. I watch this happening from a hot air balloon three hundred feet above. Water sweeping the people away like ants in a sink. Why am I seeing this?
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'Why can't you envision anything else? Huh, can't you see your life is not going anywhere! Your entire existence is dependent upon how you choose to live it, nothing else. It's all your perception. Your choice. What actions you decide to make create your life. Start with your thoughts, what are you thinking right now?'
'I'm thinking if I move to do anything I will be taking a action which will in turn stop me from living in unlimited possibilities.'
'Well bravo mate. Your too far gone existential philosophy has successfully disabled you from moving out of your bed for the past two weeks. You haven't even made any music like you used to. You sleep in your own piss and shit, that's never good for attracting the ladies. Maybe you're going for the fat over-weight monsters? Huh? Well newsflash, those ladies won't even see you cause they can't get out of their beds either!'
