From My Mind's Eye

So here's a little entry about how I see things, including not just a few tidbits of sight from an unnaverage mind:
1) I had a dream the other night in which I found myself in the backroom of a house. It was a warehouse of a room...one that the house's inhabitants had somehow never discovered. Into it I ventured with my friends, finding, in essence, some sort of world therein. It held all sorts of props from unseen shows, plants of unknown life, and its black walls extended high to meet a metal, stage-like ceiling. As we explored its mysteries, my friends suddenly vanished. I looked around, but they were no more. I knew that I could not leave the room if I wanted to save them. There, next to the exit, was a much smaller door hidden by the room's objects. It was much too small--similar to the size of the door in Alice and Wonderland, except that it did not talk. It was green, and I could not fit through it, but I knew that my friends were on the other side in the void that made itself known by enstilling that apprehension and that fear so commonly kin to the unknown. Suddenly, a small, white dog with caramel-colored spots went into the door. I tried to stop him, for fear that he would perish. But soon after, he emerged unharmed. I began my search around the room looking for something to shrink me, knowing now by the dog's ambition that I could make it there and back again.
2) As I was walking by a tree the other day, I heard a buzzing sound. I glanced over, and on the bark there was one of those large, red hornets with the yellow and black stripes on its abdomen. Strangely enough, however, it was attacking a cicada! I watched as the cicada and the hornet struggled on the side of the tree (both insects of which were slightly smaller than a human thumb). And then, suddenly and seemingly without effort, the hornet grabbed the cicada, picked it up, and flew off with it! Those hornets, it seems, have carnivorous tendencies.
3) Yesterday, during one of the many meetings I had, my mind was distracted by a swift and sudden black shadow that flitted across the floor by the wall. I knew what it was as that small blur skittered behind some boxes--a small rat of sorts had joined the meeting. Needless to say, I was distracted. Whereas it is "only a mouse," I personally have a certain fear of rodents. Call it an overactive imagination, but a little less than a year ago rodents for me became a ill and ominous sign. Of what, exactly, I cannot say for sure--perhaps it was just that: Uncertainty. Whatever the case, dreams of attacking rodents and not just a few sightings made me view them as foreboding lifeforms. If I believed in bad omens, that is what they would be. But then, that is silly. Books and movies have symbolism. Life does not. Right...?
4) Last week sometime, I visited an old, long since retired hospital close to where I attend school. With the construction of the newer hospital of several years ago, the Old Hospital was left to the care of a local service organization. In assisting someone move some things into this place, I received a firsthand tour of the ghost of a building. Inside, a few hospital artifacts remained: beds that were falling apart and mechanisms that no longer examined human conditions. Hospital curtains hung limply and loosely, partially dangling from their broken rods. I saw the entrance to the operation ward. I did not go in. There were broken ceiling tiles, flickering florescent bulbs, and not just a few corridors which would have seemed much more horrific had it been night. But for the moment, it was merely fascinating--another place where hidden stories long to reveal their mysteries.
5) Yet another dream last night made for a rather interesting thought. If I remember correctly, I was in that Old Hospital. While it only has one story, I remember distinctly climbing a white stairwell. As I rounded the corner of the steps, I found myself face to face with a spindley-legged spider, its body the size of a newborn child. It lurched at me, and dragged me over to the edge of the stairs, its bite eminent and soon. As it pulled me, I thought of smashing it through the head with my fist to save myself. But the dream shifted scenes before I could.
So that is five things from the perspective of a mind not your own. You have just had the privelege to images you could not have seen without me.