Whew… that was vivid.

I laid down and pulled a sheet over my eyes.

First, I asked, how can I know that I’m actually projecting, instead of just imagining?  I’ve noticed that sometimes, before an event happens in two seconds, I’ll get a glimpse of what’s about to happen, and then it’ll happen.  Here, also, I’m starting to be able to predict what a person’s going to say two seconds before it’s said.  So how do I know what is actual projection, instead of just imagination?

Zick Sariah answered, “Well, you’ll just hafta know.  You’ll have to differentiate between imagination and ‘reality’.”

“That doesn’t help.”  We were sitting in a blank space, then outdoors, then in a stale, off-white room, in chairs.

“Umm… well, you’ll just have to trust.”

I went out.  I had bought a parcel of land in Tokyo, torn down the building on it, and set up a campfire and a tent on it.  People lingered around me way after dark.   One man talked to me in Japanese before I asked him, “Do you speak English?”

“Yes..”

“Do you speak it…good?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, what’s your name?”

“Sagura Yamamoto. (Not sure if that’s correct.) It means something like driving boats.”

“Oh.”

“So what are you doing here?”

“I bought a piece of land and tore down the building, set this up, to kinda go against the grain.”

“You must be really rich.”

“No, not really..”

“How do you feed yourself?”

“I got this little coop, and a garden, over there, fenced up.”

“Hmm.”

“I wonder when this island’s going to sink?”

“Haha, that’s funny.”

“I mean, your main resource is the humans you have.  Eventually, all the fish will be… fished, and the iron and coal and aluminum mines gutted, and then you’ll just kinda dwindle away.  Say, how did you learn English?”

“Oh, I married a marine’s sister.  You know, American occupation, and his sister came to visit, and we married.”

After that the imagination dimmed.  I noticed there was a ringing in my head, that wasn’t annoying, but it was strange.  It seemed to come from the back left of the head.  But suddenly:

“I will give you a little more compare time.”  This felt extremely real.  Almost as though someone were right next to my ear, or head, and had said this.  It went through my whole body.

“What?”  I was at a desk, a long table rather, I realized I was in a lecture room at the local university.

“I will give you a little more compare time, before the test.”  His voice sounded like… royal Arabian?  He looked like a college student, except.. he was.. not?  I don’t know how to explain this, he wasn’t a teacher, maybe like a proctor?  Except the test wasn’t school related.

“Ok..”

Around me there was nobody.  I was the only person in the room besides him.

“Test!”  He pointed at the table in front of me.  There was suddenly a piece of paper there.  Also, there suddenly appeared in all the other seats a myriad of confused students.  Then, there was a bluish white light like a projector behind us, and the chairs automatically swiveled around.  Before they turned all the way, I got out of the seat and looked towards the front of the room, where the proctor was.  All the other students were staring, hypnotized, at the light.

I felt a bit of hatred towards the proctor, and started down the stairs (the lecture room spans two floors, sort of like an orchestra, with a stairway down the middle) to try to pummel him.  At the second to last step, I leapt towards him, went through him, and banged my head against the teacher’s desk there.  I got up, and went up the steps, making sure that I did not look up into the light.  I accidentally did once, and saw it was a projector, and in the light I got a sense of fear, I did not want to look at this light, it might hypnotize me.  So I got to the top of the stairs, went through the door there, and stepped into a hall. 

To the left, the hall went around a corner.  The right did the same, but there was a guard there (that incidentally looked exactly like a clone-guard in one of my previous ventures; I gotta write that one down too.)  I came up to him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in class right now?”  he asked.

“No, I’m not.” (Thank god!)

“Well, you better get outta here, before I have to bust your tail.”

So I did.  I went down the hall, down a set of stairs, and out of the building.  It was a square tower with the middle cut out so that there was a little plaza, about fifteen yards wide.  Here, there is a blackish statue in the middle of the plaza, but in the imagination it was a fountain.  I headed out, and when I hit the street I looked to my left.

There, I saw a huge spacecraft.  It was a circle, that looked like a quarter mile in diameter, and fifty feet in the air.  It was mostly grayish- blackish metal.  Something opened up on the side, and a green laser beam came out and headed towards me.

This was when I started to run.  I heard the proctor behind me say something like “No good will come of running away.”  I looked behind me, and he had a pistol that shot something green like.  I ran towards the building, I think it was the Kirksey Old Main building, the math department.  The laser would literally crush whatever it was going through, there was a line in the pavement where it went.  I ran behind the large set of stairs, which the laser started to go through, and I went around to the right side of the building, where there was another, smaller, set of stairs that went up to the first floor.  In the distance, in the direction of the football stadium, there was another ship like the one after me, it was about a mile away.  By the way, it was hot, sunny, and completely cloudless, as though it were summer.  I ran into the building, and ran down the hall, where a murky figure that looked something like a zombie jumped out at me.  I ran around it, just barely missing it, and ran around another one before reaching the stairwell on the other side of the building.

I went up the stairwell, and at the top I ran, and stopped when I saw there was a clear space that led directly to the front of the building, separated from the outdoors by a thin glass wall.  This was shattered by something, probably by the proctor’s pistol, with him saying something like “You can’t run!”  I went over the edge and climbed down the side of the building via a series of bricks that stuck out of the wall.  Then I ran towards the main street, Middle Tennessee Boulevard I think.  There was another building, a parking lot, and a forest-like area between me and the road.  The topography was different than the real-world university.  I ran, entering the forest area first, consisting of a bunch of really tall and skinny trees that were spaced out as well.  As I ran, I realized this was the area where the spacecraft was last hovering, and I figured that I wasn’t being chased by the laser because I was under the ship.  I looked up, and saw the ship fire a HUGE bluish beam from its middle, breaking apart the ground right behind me.  It started to move, and I dodged the beam from going through me.  I stumbled, and got up, and saw the ship right about to fire its beam at me.

This is when I thought, “YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING SHITTING WITH ME!!!”  I let out a lot of energy with this, it seems, because right after that I felt something kinda fly away from me, like a force, and saw the ship explode at its middle.  It started to fall, and I had best fifteen seconds to get out from under it.  I ran like hell towards the building, and heard the creaks of the trees breaking under the ship falling. 

By now, I have got adrenaline running through me here, with a sensation of urgency, even though all I’m doing is imagining things.  Or am I?

I got out a few seconds before the ship crashed into the ground.  I was now running down a road, when I looked behind me and saw the other ship coming towards me.  I heard beside me, “Hey man!”  After a few seconds, something pulled me aside, and then a football field away.  I was looking at the ship now from the top of a hill, as it was over the area I was just at.  The ship started to accelerate towards where I now was, but then something was fired over my shoulder, hitting the ship and causing it to crash to the ground.

“Dude, I’m impressed that you caused it to fall with just your energy like that.”  It sounded like Zick.

After that, I heard a very real sound, which sounded like a fire alarm.  I was in an office building, and the alarm continued.  There was a crash above me as a part of the ceiling came down on fire beside me.  I got up, saw an elevator near me, and ran towards it, with more stuff starting to fall down.  I got in the elevator, which had an alarm inside it as well, and went down extremely fast, so much that I almost rose off the ground, before coming to a very sudden halt that almost crushed me.  Not like it crashed to the ground, but like a very high speed elevator.  I went out, with more debris falling, and went around the corner to the front door.  It seemed to be locked, so I jumped through the glass front.  There was a bit of blood on my hands now.  I kept running.  It was a downtown street, very sunny like in the last one, with high rises and such.  I looked up and saw one of the spacecraft, and wondered how the sunlight got through with the craft sitting there. 

I ran down the street.  The town seemed to stop at a certain point ahead of me, where there was high rises and concrete, then suddenly desert. I somehow got on top of a passing station wagon, and crashed through the back windshield.  I yelled, “Get out of here, now!”  The driver looked back at me, seeming somewhat similar to the proctor, and said, “Yeah, okay!”  He sped up, going around other cars, and leaving the city.

It was a long stretching highway that seemed to go on forever.

“You know, there’s a chance you might die,” I said.

“I know.”

By now, it seemed to be sunset, as though driving out into the desert made it sunset.  We were about a mile from the city.  Behind us the spacecraft (there may have been more than one) was hovering above the city, and it started to come towards us.  I looked back into the driver’s cabin.

This is where it ended.  I simply just got up.

Later, well, just now, it hit me that the vividity of the experience, that it was so real, might have been what Zick was trying to show me.  To get me actually… believing it.

Or I could just be going a little nuts.

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