Tea Party of the dead

Chapter Three: The Experiment

 The initial Shock still struck him sitting in his chair. It felt so real, he couldn’t differentiate between reality because normally in a dream you could automatically tell right away that you where asleep because of the random crap that your mind could conjure up ,:for example floating in midair. The fact that it felt real was mind boggling.  But  was more terrifying then the realizeing what had just happened ,  was also the other essential feelings that you need to survive like ; dread , anxiety ect. The other unmentioned feeling from is so called  “Dream” was  grief . Reasons why there was grief involved was  because of the realization that everyone for a split second was dead and the suddenly seeing them breath just felt so concerning but not in a morbid way of him wanting to see them not breathe. But there would be a slight occasion of morning. He still felt queasy, but these unclean memories of his hellish encounter made him feel like vomiting all over the desk. He managed to restrain himself from doing so, but the vomit came up anyways and he just held it in his mouth. Daniel began to swallow the chunks of regurgitated food. In his case he had to this because the restroom was occupied plus the fact that if he didn’t then the leading result would mean calling his mom to pick him up and not being able to use the School computers for a while. So with all the regret of doing this, the chunks began to slowly go down with that God awful after taste. Goosebumps began to form all around his body. But now that it over he began to start searching for the cause of his realistic dream instead of typing his novel. It really didn’t concern him that this story was due in a month, nor did the fact the story line and the title of the novel was developed yet. If he would have started typing then he could have had his dream a part of his novel. Daniel might as well be the next Lewis Carroll without his main character falling into a rabbit hole. What he needs is inspiration and clarity. That dream may have sparked something. As It Psychotic Dreams was one of the things that he searched   the result was very few articles’ that were relevant, so he tried Lucid and Psychosis Dreaming.  There was a video on how to lucid dream it was about 20 minutes long.  He was willing to participate. Daniel clicked on it and plugged in some ear buds. The Video started with a rhythmic patter of thuds. At the bottom of the screen it was labeled   “Binaural Beats “the video included a psychedelic color streak dripping from the top of the screen. It was the type of video that was meant to start an epileptic seizure. At the 30 second mark a mellow toned voice comes on to give instructions for lucid dreaming.” Hello there fellow viewer. I am here to guide you in your journey for prosperity in the realm of dreaming. As you progress and you feel like everything is a blur, do not fear my voice. This is a pleasant sound and it is very keen to you.   First I want you to lay down on something comfortable. Relax. Close your eyes and let your mind drift for a second.   Dreams can feel real. Dreams can not harm you. You are here because you want to feel something real while you sleep. I am here to give you this opportunity. Do not think about anything, just focus on my words and my words alone .Nothing matters to you anymore. Everything is fine. In the outside walls of your mind you feel, or will feel a tingling sensation all around your body that runs head to toe. This tingling sensation is similar to someone stroking you gently with their hand. It feels good.” Daniel places his hand on the desk, “Your body is starting to feel heavy. It feels like lead weights are tied to your ankles and your head feels lighter “The voice began to be tuned out of his head. He started thinking to himself “things aren’t what they seem I remember that everyone used a lot of cursing   when I was in a dream and I don’t know if I got cuts all over my body. If it was a dream then the voices would be muffled. I still wouldn’t have felt nauseous after I woke up. Maybe I’m just going crazy.  I felt like I was awake. The time was the same as it was when I got here “. His eyes began to move rapidly while closed “The only thing that could have caused me to think I was a dream before was the fact that Joan was doing all this weird stuff. I could believe that my teacher could have committed suicide. Yeah sure no problem...i I need to is to wake up ; slap myself across the face , pinch myself , stab myself. No! Don’t do that you sick bastard! Why would you stab yourself? Wake up, Wake up NOW, and Wake u-“His eyes opened back to where he started. It was almost morning. The sun began to rise up. The time was 7:24 on his phone.  No one was at their computers expect Daniel. Everyone was just burly getting up from the floor packing up to go home. Ms. Ficket didn’t care if they left early she said” Bye “and “Thanks for coming”!  He started shutting down everything in a rush. The computer monitor was so hot that it left a bunch red marks all over his hand .Daniel gathered his belongings to the front of the school as fast as he could with no particular reason. He started calling his mom to pick him up. No answer. She was already waiting in the parking lot honking her horn at him. Daniel waved his mom down with the still burning hand. She drove up to the front,” Hey didn’t you get my texts, I called you at least 10 times and you never even bothered to answer! What’s the whole point of you having a phone if you don’t even pick up”! She screamed.  He didn’t want to answer all. What mattered was getting home and being isolated to try experimenting again. But he wanted to say something it would just infuriate her even more.