racing planets

I wasn't really paying attention to much, I was just bored, spending another day in the space station. I was a test subject living up there. The government had put me here six months earlier to see how human-beings can survive in galactic conditions. Many of the others always fantasized watching space and planet Earth, but I hated looking down at our planet. I despised everyone there and I always just sat inside the station reading and talking to my space family. However, today one girl I knew ran to me while I was dozing off to some sci-fi novel in the private quarters. She was extremely excited and told me to come out to the observation deck. I ran out there and I remembered some talk about meteor showers; in another moment I saw one HUGE meteor go flying past the observation deck as I watched. It was beautiful, whizzing through space like a bird dipping into the ocean. You didn't see too much beauty up here, so an occasion like this was amazing. Next second I knew, I saw some huge mass go whizzing by again, but it wasn't a meteor. It was a planet. It was a purple-toned color and had a beautiful ring encircling its diameter. And in a second, it was gone. I was so blown away I was speechless, and I could not determine whether the visual I had just seen had been real or a private hallucination. Either way, the fact was settled. I wanted to get the hell out of here and onto that planet. I didn't want anything to do with that ugly fucking ball of piss water and home to a bunch of ugly fucking apes that we call Earth.

Strangers

Who the fuck was this guy? I lived in a communal home with a bunch of other people, but this guy, I had never seen before. I woke up and went into the kitchen to discover this very tall and solid-looking man, dicing vegetables with unreal speed and velocity. Nobody else seemed to notice that he was making this salad with bizarre and impossible skill. I asked one of the usual guys who this new person was, but he did not seem to hear my question. Was I going insane or what?
I quickly thought back to a recent excursion to a nearby downtown area. It was late at night and many people were out walking down the old cobblestoned street. I remember we were passing this ominous looking three-floor home that looked like it was straight from an HP Lovecraft short story, and a girl who lived there ran outside, looking extremely flustered. Her eyes were wide and she looked strung out to the point of insanity, but I didn't think much of it. Soon, however, the whole street went pitch black; all light sources exterminated. The girl screamed and when the lights returned she had disappeared. Everyone around me seemed fairly surprised but most went on without a second glance. Crazy hippies, people thought. However, as I was walking away from the strange scene I had witnessed, an older woman approached me and said that we had all just witnessed an act of a demon, summoned by Satan himself. She seemed a little crazy but I listened to what she had to say. "The demons are here in preparation for 2012...you need to protect yourself! They easily consume anyone who is not strong-willed enough. Protect yourself! They will often take the shape of humans..." She said a little bit more but nothing too important. At the time I didn't take much heed to what she said, I got a little weirded out, but that's all.
Anyways, I thought back to this because the situation I was now engulfed in seemed extremely odd, and for some reason, this new house guest was emanating extremely potent vibes that spoke of danger and hostility; even though he masked these with a regular body and a strange smile. Also, all the regulars at the house seemed that they were in a trance. As I watched our new chef prepare an extravagant caesar salad with unreal ease, I knew this situation was just plain wrong.
I tried asking another one of the regulars who this new guy was. She paused, looked at me for a couple seconds, and then departed the interaction with a drunken smile. What the hell was happening here? Everyone was acting like it was a beautiful, regular, summer day. Well I knew this wasn't Mr. Roger's Fucking Neighborhood.
Suddenly everyone who had been frozen in the kitchen, watching our guest, started exiting the room. They seemed like they were trying to run from something, but they still had the bizarre smiles on their faces all the while. I followed them into one bedroom and we were all standing in there, it seemed like we were hiding from something. One of the guys went to lock the door but the new house chef smashed the door open right at the same moment. He had a butcher's knife in one hand, but he still had the same smile, and so did everyone else. This scenario was messed up on too many levels.
House chef just stood there among everyone else. The room just looked like a bunch of people hanging out, with weird stoned smiles, but no one was talking. I needed to get the hell out of here. I knew things were going to turn ugly soon. House chef started to walk around, going from person to person, simply staring at each. I waited for my perfect chance and sprinted out of the room, around the corner, and straight up the stairs. I ran to the front door and quickly opened it, my heart beating fast. With a sigh of relief I was now outside on the front lawn. An old man who we got many of our vegetables from sat in a lawn chair looking through a window into the kitchen.
"I knew I shouldn't have left all my vegetables out on the counter. That guy chopped them all up before I could even say anything!"
I asked him if he knew who the guy was.
"I really have no idea, he came here this morning. Seems awfully strange.."
Kill. I had to kill this new guy. I could sense his emotions start to explode.
I told the old man that I had to go and I ran around the house. I saw some pool sticks laying on the ground and I thought that would make the perfect weapon. The girl nearby told me that I couldn't use them because they would break. She knew exactly what I was going to do with them, without me even uttering a word. I couldn't pause at this strange occurrence, however, I had to continue on.
A few people sat outside around a small campfire further down on the side of the building. Without even asking, one of the guys handed me a huge, half-full glass bottle of absinthe. This would be perfect. I took the bottle without hesitancy and ran to the small porch area on the back of the house. House chef was there, and so were a handful of other people. He had his knife. He started to raise it. Without thinking I sprinted all my weight as fast as I could and smashed the bottle into the man's head. It didn't break, but he stumbled backwards. I tried again. The bottle still didn't break, but this time the man was sitting on his ass on the ground. I went for the third attempt and this time the bottle smashed completely over his forehead. Blood and warm absinthe flooded everywhere.
He got up and claws emerged from the skin on his hands. He jumped at me and tried to slash my face, but I put my arms up in time. Three deep cuts started to unload my lifeblood from the back of my right forearm. I yelled at him. "FUCK YOU! I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE!"
He growled back at me, and lunged his weight towards me while I was on the ground, but I moved just in time, making him hit the floor hard. While he was face-down I quickly grabbed a big shard of glass from the broken bottle and I slashed the back of his neck with as much force as I could muster. The glass cut his flesh like butter and his head was now lopsided, hanging by one side of his neck, but he was still moving, and still furious. He stumbled to his feet and stood there, staring at me with intense hatred. The awkward smile returned to his bleeding, dirty, ruined face. He looked like he was some kind of science experiment gone wrong, with blood pouring from the back of his neck and the top of his forehead like Niagara Falls.
In another moment I could not see anything but darkness and I could not move. Intense fear froze my body and I thought back to the old woman from town. She was right. The apocalypse was coming. And here I was, I wouldn't ever experience it. In another moment I was dead.
We are all just a bunch of walking fucking corpses.

I am a source

At my first rave last April called 3D Playhouse in Connecticut, it was around 4 or 5 a.m. and I was chilling with some friends in some random room. A girl walking by with one of her friends had a huge smile on her face and as she passed by me she said that I was a source. A source of what? Who knows. But I hope to be a source of positive energy to everyone around me. This was definitely one of the weirdest occurrences and best compliments I have ever received.

Revelations Near a DJ

I stood there waiting and watching the scene on front of me. A group of dirty and insane individuals were gathered in a bizarre ritual. A bizarre ritual organized in the middle of a backwater town, out in a field, under the stars. These people were being controlled by the musical puppeteer on front of them, who was spinning minds into new dimensions, spreading revelations among the participants present. My head started to break into pieces as I nervously puffed onto a cigar. Waves of intense emotion pelted up and down through my body and I started to transcend the normal physical existence. Breathing sped up as my heartbeat raced along a track of mixed emotion. I danced, not because I wanted to, but because I had to; I had to ride the basslines and keep afloat or I would be sucked into infinity.
The music stopped. Something was terribly wrong. The crowd shouted and I waited nervously for the aural wonderland to resume. Without the musical portal to protect me I was alone and terrified in a sea of blurring colors and strange characters. I threw my cigar onto the ground as I started to become scared of what was happening, and I sat on the floor behind me. Intense anxiety ripped my mind to shards and I could not believe what was happening. I looked for comfort in my two friends who accompanied me in my otherworldly adventure.
I could not describe what was happening to my mind but I knew I needed the music back on. I told my friends and they greeted me with a warm smile. Everything would be okay. Barely escaping the anxiety and fear that threatened my very existence, the music came back on and the sea of lazer people among me roared in happiness. I started to dance again, to try to stay afloat and stay alive. After a battle of mind against music my friends walked away so I followed them to a small apocalyptic tent serving bizarre alien soup. Walking was unnatural and I felt as though I was floating. My mind felt detached from my body and as the physical pushed forward my mind stayed in one spot. When I arrived at my destination my mind snapped back into my head and I looked at the people working there. Did they know what was going on?? Could they see all the lights dancing among their vision? I started to get nervous as I realized I was all alone in the world with no one experiencing the same as me. My head melted into thought and then I nervously walked back to the lifeline that was the speakers near the DJ. I danced more for my survival until my friends returned with the alien remedy. I tasted it and spat it out, laughing hysterically at the strange flavor and texture. A girl nearby leaned in and told me to put my head right next to the speaker and deeply breathe in. I tried out this process and took in the sounds escaping from the contraption and smiled with her at the experience. Soon the music was turned down and a message from the sky proclaimed that cars were being towed from the road near this barren landscape. I could barely comprehend the message but I realized that my friend's car may be one of them. I tried warning him and somehow I then got separated from the comfort of both my friends. I wandered to the back of the crowd and looked at the scene on front of me. Bright lights and colors danced everywhere among the lazer people in their bizarre ancient ritual. A strange man who reminded me of a frog tried talking to me and telling me about some upcoming event. I could barely understand what he was saying and I could barely even respond. Social actions were extremely hard to comprehend. He babbled on until a friend I recognized walked by. She greeted me and I tried to tell her I couldn't describe what was happening to myself. I couldn't convey what I was seeing. She soon wandered off and I too wandered, to another loud speaker spilling the aural landscape present around me.
At this point, my mind had melted. I could not comprehend any previously known concepts. Time had shattered, and I was frozen in the present. I could barely remember who I even was. The concept of an ego became obliterated. Coherent thought vanished. I could only think of a few things and I kept asking myself questions. I wasn't sure if I was breathing correctly, and I was afraid that I may die. I kept thinking of loved ones and wishing that they were with me but I knew that I had to be all alone. I kept wondering why I was here and what was the point of the ritual going on, but I settled with the idea that I just had to keep dancing and stay calm. The conductor of revelations continued to shatter my brain with his pulsing rhythms and throbbing basslines, and I literally thought I was going mentally insane. I kept nervously looking around at the strangers present amongst myself and laughed in my head at the comic scene of it all. Everything about my perception was distorted and altered. I was hearing sounds from other astral planes and seeing visuals I could not see in the normal mind. I just continued to dance and nod my head to the music with extreme nervousness and tried to relax. A DJ played two drum and bass songs that I had just recently downloaded at home. I couldn't believe this and could not believe that it was a mere coincidence, he must have known that I was here. These songs made my mind wander and remember that there was a world existent outside of this insane muddy field on the threshold of the world. After a lifetime of experiencing the madness present up by the DJ, I ran into another friend and wandered around with him, listening to him talk and trying to get a few incoherent words in here and there.
I tried explaining to him what was going on in my head, but it was extremely difficult to put into words. We talked the usual talk about recent parties and upcoming events and discussed the current vibe present at the festival. Soon another one of my friends called me on my cellphone so I had him come over to us and I laughed with him about the madness we were both going through, since I knew he was experiencing the same. I didn't feel so lost anymore and I kept running into familiar faces and friends. Soon one of my friends pointed to a tree and told me it was changing colors. I looked at it and couldn't believe what I was seeing. There was a huge lilac-color, alien-looking tree that was pulsating and literally breathing. I had never seen a tree that looked like this EVER before. This was one of the most incredible visuals I had ever experienced in my entire life. After seeing it I ran into another friend who looked really confused and out of it, she took me to see this beautiful necklace that was for sale that was also breathing and pulsating. I then ran into more friends and everyone seemed to be going crazy; no one was making any sense talking. I started to get anxious again and wandered back to the speaker. Cops were coming, some people said, and an announcement proclaimed that someone had gotten violent earlier. Many of the people watching the music had now gone back to their tents, and the whole scene was collapsing. I soon did the same and wandered off, barely finding my tent in the darkness of the night. When I arrived I sat with friends and we babbled on for the rest of the night, and I tried to comprehend all that I had seen, and think about the bizarre initiation ritual I had just undertaken. I couldn't really decide whether I liked it or not, but I soon decided that I would have to do it again.
This world is what we make it.