illusionofjoy | Leapdream

Aren't leap-years fun? If you were born today, then you won't get another birthday until 2008! Nyah! Nyah! Nyah!

It has been quite a while, but I had a strange dream last night; I was with two other people whom I have known from high school. I hadn't really known these people then, however, their faces were familiar with me. In the dreamscape they were an irresponsible pair who didn't respect authority, but feared it nonetheless.

Somehow these two yahoos had built or acquired a miniature helicopter. Everything worked on the machine, but it was just one-third the size of the real deal. They told me to come along for the ride, but the next thing I knew, I was in the passenger seat.

There was a sudden lull in the narrative and the next thing I know, the three of us are sitting in the machine as it is neatly parked in a space in a large lot next to a huge corporation. There is nothing else to be seen except miles of empty parking lot, and the gargantuan skyscraper that is corporate headquarters. The sky isn't visible due to a thick, grey fog which hangs over the horizon and obscures any view of the top of the building.

The scene shifts again and we're inside the building. I suddenly realise that this company employs me as the two yahoos run wild. Once more the scene shifts and the three of us find ourselves in front of the CEO. We've obviously been caught and are currently being pressed for an explanation. Why is there a small helicopter in the otherwise empty parking lot? Why are you in this building? What are you doing here? I begin speaking, mounting excuse upon excuse in a flowery dream-language that makes no sense to me in my waking hours. All I know is that my arguments are sound and that I will be able to get out of this unscathed if I just...keep...talking...

Another scene shift and we're back in the helicopter. We're flying low over a dirty urban road. I'm trying to make the machine fly higher, but it just won't...we can't get more than a few feet off of the ground. What is wrong here?

And there is no more to tell.