1/15: Plenty of stuff. Let's see how much I'll remember. If you've ever had a feather pillow, you know they're quite heavy. My mom had a feather pillow in real life. It was in my dream, only her father, my grandpa, had done something to it-- something scientific, but it really adds up to an enchanted pillow. The effects of gravity were different on this pillow. If you threw it in the air, it would come down slower than it should (if you looked for this effect, it diminished, I
think). If you just held one end of it, it would hang at an angle. Ah! You know what, first it was my scripture case. Later, it changed into a feather pillow. Anyhow, when I walked in my grandparents' door, my right arm (which held my scripture case) floated out behind me very strongly. I couldn't bring it down, until I turned the case around by its handle-- then it hung normally, or even pushed the other way (towards me? towards the front? anyway, another way). By the time Micah arrived and I
showed it to him, I think it was a pillow. I thought "Gosh, this is so cool; If I was dreaming..." I immediately felt how ridiculous it was to imagine I was dreaming. Dreaming! Ha! How silly! Then I thought "Hey! I really should check, even if I'm not dreaming." I looked all around for some writing that would change if I paid close attention to it; no dice, and I had to act quickly, or risk losing my thought. My hands would suffice-- but the room was too dark (though it had always seemed
light enough before). I took them over to a nearby lamp, and frantically examined them, trying to focus on the lines-- and finding, after much concentration, that the lines crinkled and shifted before my eyes! "I AM dreaming!" I said, and frantically tried to remain asleep and keep knowing that I was dreaming. "I am dreaming, I am dreaming" I repeated to myself, though it seemed I did so with my waking mouth-- I frantically switched context back to my dream-muscles and did things with them, moving, spinning
around, anything to keep my waking self from taking over. Whether it was really awake, or just dreaming it was. I didn't want to take the chance. Anyway, I got exactly one thing in before I forgot I was dreaming. I leaned over to where the illusion of my grandfather was sitting, and slapped it full in the face. Its nose promptly vanished. Ha! Take that, figment! Knowing I had done my part to conquer the world of my head for one night, I peacefully slipped back into unawareness. Later, I went to the
bathroom. Needed an awful lot of toilet paper. For crying out loud, you didn't want to hear that. Well, I include it for the sake of completeness. Seems like everyone else around was under a lot of stress. Maybe me too. Some of the ground outside was flooded, and people had trouble driving around in it. Then my mom chased me around the house, shooting sucker-tipped arrows at me from a bow. She often grazed me, but never got in a solid hit. So she gave it up, chased me with one of the arrows, and just
smacked me with it.