The Best Party You Never Went To

I was absolutely amazed at the turnout to the party, and even more impressed by the sheer number of people who were sorry that they couldn't make it. Of course, I did come across people who were 'too busy that night' to come, or were 'being grounded', and I can't really count them in the numbers. I'm just really pleased that people actually came up to me, asking how it was. Well, normally I wouldn't post anything of this sort here, but because this kind of thing deserves a followup, here goes it:

I actually didn't manage to make it to the actual party. I was up at a friends house when the dream party was supposed to start, so I took a few minutes to go to sleep and open the ballroom. I was able to create the snow and the stage-lights quite easily, and their was a surprising amount of masks readily available. Making the tree and the Bar, with bartender, was a little taxing, so I skipped creating the waterfall and just took that out of a nearby dream. Unfortunately, I accidentally got some debris in the process but I tucked it put of sight. I then created my intoxicated monkey, and entrusted him with the task of keeping the dream alive until I could get home and sleep in my own bed. As I faded into consciousness, I could already see people drifting accidentally through my dream as my monkey furiously checked the guest list.
But when I got home my parents were watching a movie, the ambiguous noises creeping into the hallway where I sleep. Even after shutting the door to the den, I couldn't quite make it to sleep. I kept the image secure in my mind, and, slowly, I drifted into the ballroom. Almost as soon as I had floated through the silver drapery, there was some form of explosion from the den and I was rudely woken again. As valiantly as I tried to tie myself into the dream, from that point on, I could only manage to make it partially before being roused by sharp sounds. There were people in the party, that was for sure. I would be able to squeeze parts of me into the ballroom, only to be whisked away. The guests could see me every time I appeared, and I could hear them try to make contact. But I wasn't enough in the dream to truly make the connection.
By the time my Mom had finished watching the movie, I had been lost in the dream realm, and though lucid, I was no longer dreaming of the ballroom. As we reached morning, I finally managed to enter the ballroom, only to discover it was falling to pieces. As the party had ended shortly before I arrived, other dreams were now taking bits and pieces of the ballroom as needed. I sat down in small circle of friends, only a fraction of the people initially there. The dream had seemed to vary slightly for each of us, and we each called out joyously and slapped each-others hands when we came across aspects of our dreams that linked up with each other. I, for instance, at one point found myself exploring a huge aztec playground in the snow, which had accidentally been siphoned from someone else's dream. Along with the apparition of several hundred stacked boxcars, a few parents who had somehow found the party arrived to break it up, but we laughed at them because we knew it was just a dream, and it was over anyway.

That's about it for my dream experience, and feel free to leave your own in the comments.

There's a party in my dreams and you're invited:

A short time ago, I found myself asleep, but walking through other people’s dreams. When I woke, something struck me as odd about the dream. It wasn’t regular sleep, but something much greater. I questioned the people involved in my dreams and found out that my series of events matched up with those individual’s own dreams. I began to think that if this was possible, maybe it could be feasible to mix many singular dreams together consciously. And so started my Dream Party. The way I look at it, if each of you opens up your mind on one night, to the same exact place, maybe, just maybe, something extraordinary might happen.

Before you read any further, you have to understand something. As much as you may want to come and enjoy yourself, you are going to have to deal with repercussions. Although your parents will never find out you got drunk out of your mind right under their very noses, you yourself are going to have to deal with the fact that whatever transpired in your dreams may have actually happened. If you feel, at all, like the experience of having other people in your mind is too violating of an event, you’re strongly discouraged from participating. When you wake up tomorrow, it’s going to be essential that you record anything you remember from your slumber immediately, simply so we can determine if anything actually existed.
If you choose to attend, please be willing to share the dream in your own mind, and simply not inhabit my own. That way, not only does the dream have a higher chance of actually occurring, but also hosting all those people won’t bog down my mind. Hopefully, this way, you won’t end up driving me into a coma.

Location: The Fauset Family Ballroom
Between the Hours of: 10pm, 11/23/05 – 7am, 11/24/05

The dark red walls shimmer with a luminescent silver drapery, the product of the fabric of our dreams being woven together. Hovering in the air underneath a ceiling swirling with changing shades of blue, which whip round and round in response to the movement of the people on the floor, silver stage lights illuminate the masks suspended near the walls. Spangled with bells and splashes of colors, the masks smile as the attendees enter into the dream through the rippling walls. A carpet of warm snow covers the wooden floor, and the snow banks up against the walls naturally form the shape of low couches. In the far end of the ballroom, an ice statue of a bartender stands behind a counter, bottles of fine liquors carefully arranged behind him. Suddenly, it springs to life and pulls an icicle off from under the bar. Hollow on the inside, he fills it with an amber spirit and hands it to a passerby, chilling the contents with his finger. In the center of the room, spinning merrily on its roots, a weeping willow offers it’s branches to the people who sit under the canopy. Crystallized with the potency of marijuana, the twigs themselves are ready to be consumed. Gathered around the base of the tree, patches of mushrooms sprout up from the ground. Their golden glow suggests their mind-bending effects, and the small monkey in the tree is happily entranced by a tiny nibble. A waterfall in the corner of the ballroom cascades down from the ceiling only to vanish moments before hitting the ground, but continues to emit vibrant music throughout the area. Beyond the waterfall lies a dimly illuminated cavern, equipped with a dance floor, glowing with a soft gold light. Back outside of the waterfall, you are in the ballroom.

Before you go to sleep, read this over a few times. Think about it a little. What do you want it to be like? What do you want to happen? This is, after all, your dream. It’s our time to create a world in which anything is possible. Have fun, enjoy yourself, and don’t hesitate to drop by again.

With all that being said, whatever happens in our dreams stays in our dreams.

I've got another confession to make

I don't get the YTMND craze. It just doesn't really do it for me. With that being said, I need to pull a Kosar and link you all up to one of the funniest things I've seen on the internet in a long time.
Warning. DO NOT CLICK unless you have read the 6th Harry Potter book.

Harry Potter and the Failed Expectations

Fortunately for you, however, it was I who failed you, and not the movie. I had said I was going to scoop the NYT and I was wrong. Instead of putting out their usual thursday review online, and in the paper the next day, they must have caught wind of my review and done one better. Because I'm now lacking a ton of motivation, you're about to receive a pretty half baked review. In fact, you may not receive one after all. I know perfectly well no one is going to read this tonight, or tomorrow, or even throughout the week. I'm just going to say it was pretty good, and I'll fill you all in later on in the coming week.

This Post Has Little Purpose

I'm simply posting to generate some anticipation amongst my imaginary fan-base. Tomorrow night I will be lucky enough to attend an early screening of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. It is my word to get a review up tomorrow night before the New York Times. Now go! Wait with bated breath!

So I'm playing on my Xbox...

and my Dad shouts into the room "Lukas, dinner's served." I tell him I'm coming and pause my game. When I walk into the kitchen I see nothing on the table but a big tub of popcorn with my parents and sister gathered around it. C'mon, How awesome is that?

Word Maintenence

Did you ever notice how when people answer the door, they say "who is it"? Why, exactly, is it necessary to speak in the third person? No one ever asks "who are you?", they just like to pretend they're an actual speaker in the wall, and not someone behind it. I'm just as surprised people don't get mad. Have you ever heard a mother freak out because you ask what "is its name?" Nah, I think the first person is a much easier tense to work with.

Smile, you're on Candidacy Camera.

Imagine this. It's today's date, except the year is 2008. George W. Bush is near the end of his final term in office, and you are two days away from electing the next President of the United States of America. You've just finished dinner and you sit down with your family to watch the annual battle of the candidates. But instead of the usual podiums with the two representatives of the political parties under a barrage of questions, your eyes are greeted with a different scene. The oval office appears on screen, this time without it's usual glamour. And instead of George W. Bush sitting in his chair, or doing whatever it is he claims to be doing, we see one of our candidates deep in thought. The little scrolling bar at the bottom of the screen says the feed is live. No, Candidate #1 has not decided to take the White House by force, he's simply in the next generation of presidential elections. The oval office we see is actually one of two different offices being filmed by secret cameras positioned all around the room, constantly switching to give the audience an uninhibited view of the two coandadites, each sperated from each other and undertaking the tasks that show what they themselves can do as president. What do I mean by that? The scrolling bar flashes at the bottom of the screen, and begins to explain a scenario. In a surprising move, Canada has decided to wage a full frontal war on America! Paid actors run in to tell this potential president the news. Based on his actions, a computer will determine the outcome of this stressful battle for life and liberty. Which president will setup a press conference? Which will fight back? Create a peaceful outcome? These are all things we will be able to see in the actual candidates themselves, as opposed to their cabinet. Or maybe Candidate #2 is being held hostage by a terrorist organization. How will he be able to save his life? Will he talk himself out? At the expense of the country? Or will he pay the ultimate price? These are just a few of the ways we will be able to see what stuff the candidates are truly made of, on Candidacy Camera TV.

It's an Epidemic

Apparently, a new problem seems to sweeping the nation. Have you ever been sitting at your computer, just like now, and think to yourself; 'Man, I should move my foot because it's feeling kind of uncomfortable'? Have you ever been in a situation where you need to move your feet in order to stay comfortable? Have you ever been plagued by any itch on the sides of your legs? You may have RLS, commonly known as Restless Leg Syndrome. But now, there's a solution. Thanks to Requip, your days of having you cross your ankles every so often are over, so you can have a comfortable sitting experience.