Fly Like an Apple

i've been walking through

the hallways of time

and each day i come across

those faded pictures in my mind

we have now taken a sip
of each other's souls

i hope that we don't spit out
the very poison
that is carried throughout
our veins

BEYOND WONDERFACE

yet again another awesome night in my life

every time i go to a rave it feels like i gain something out of it,

like another door in my life has been opened

if you still haven't gone to one in california,

YOU MUST.

you don't have to be all into "techno"

you don't have to have interest in the "scene"

you don't have to do any drugs

all you need to bring is that thirst for life and that need to dance

when you go to a rave you can act and dance however you'd like,

no one would judge

in the rave environment, everyone is friendly

everyone is caring

and no, its not because of the drugs

it's because everyone is there for the same reason you are: to enjoy life and feel connected with other people that have the same interests

thirsty? ask the person next to you for their water

100% they would let you drink some

need a cigarette? ask the person next to you

if someone has their head down and theyre by themselves against the wall

atleast 5 people will approach him and ask

"hey man are you okay?"

"hey do you need any water?"

a person that you have never met would be willing to spend money for you

but go to a rock concert, someone will be throwing up

no one would give a fuck

step on someones shoe

youd get a dirty look shot straight back at you

i can recall confronting this guy because we were trying to cross paths

he happily took 1 step back and said with a smile,

"go ahead"

i can say that i have not found this immense amount of kindness anywhere else

but a rave

when everyone has that sort of connection, an aura arises from the atmosphere that

envelops the rave

it's not all about getting as fucked up as you can to crazy music

it's about feeling human, and being human

in a rave you are not restricted by society

(except the obvious: no going around and killing people, etc.)

you're not told by anyone to stop what you're doing,

you're free to roam around and create chaos

yes, a rave represents utmost chaos,

but it is orderly chaos

the cops and security guards watch from the sidelines,

but they won't do anything to stop you from living

it almost feels illegal that such things can exist and happen on this world

bright blinding lights, pulsing ear-bleeding music, people on drugs by the thousands

and yet the police watch from the sidelines

going through just one rave will change your life,

i guarantee it

sure, you may have fun in your life

partying, drinking till your stomach falls out

but a massive rave is a different kind of party

it's an experience that you need to go through in order to

fully understand what i'm trying to say

EDC (http://www.electricdaisycarnival.com/) is coming this june

and i'm determined to bring a large chunk of vegas over there :)

anyways

check out these beyond wonderland videos:

what does it mean?

when whenever i fall asleep, i will enter into a very

surreal, vivid dream, EVERYTIME i fall asleep.

i'm talking about dreaming for 8 hours on end, and then waking up

(cause of alarm or something)

and then falling back asleep, only to find yourself in the same

or different, crazy dream

every night

can someone tell me?

last night i had one of the worst nightmares

it started off really awesome, and then it completely changed

into some sick shit

i was going to coachella with a bunch of friends,

and then when we arrived there,

for some reason i got transported back to my old house in california

then there was a party there with people i have never seen before

while everyone was having fun, all of a sudden

people started turning into zombie-like vampire things... and started killing everyone

(they had fangs, moved as fast the zombies from 28 days later)

almost my whole family was there and got massacred

(my mom and uncle left to go get something)

there were bodies everywhere, there were constant scenarios

of me hiding in different rooms

hiding under the bed and in the bathroom

i can recall having a "scissor war" with one of the crazies

i had a giant pair of scissors, and so did he

(jmagine epic sword fights but with scissors LOL)

i basically subdued him and snipped his head off his body

the snipping felt so real, as if i could feel the amount of force required to cut that person's head off

then, as i saw one of my last friends to die,

i was the only survivor and ran out through the backdoor

into the front of the house. there i saw one of the crazy things running around so

i just layed on the floor and acted dead

for some reason he just walked over my body, and as he walked over i could hear

him speaking spanish to the other crazy right next to him (LOL?)

then i saw my uncle and my mom walking right behind them approaching the house

i urged them to not go in

i was hyper ventilating, panicked, and traumatized in my own dream

they called 911 and they were saying how i would need to go

to counseling because of all the stuff i went through

and for some reason, i DIDNT go to the hospital and me and

my mom and uncle proceeded to walk down the neighborhood and attempted to enter other people's houses

we came upon this creepy looking house and i told them, "NOO THEYRE IN THERE! LOOK THE FRONT DOOR IS EVEN OPEN!"

but they still wanted to go in. we entered to find 6 SWAT members shooting those crazies with mp5s

and then some more of them came behind us and tore my uncle and mom apart

i grabbed a sniper rifle that was conveniently placed by my foot and proceeded to shoot the faces of my zombievampirefied family members

my last memory of the dream was looking through the scope (i knew how to use the gun, scope and reload, for some reason)

and saw this crazy with a sniper rifle and listening to his ipod

i shot

i missed

i looked through the scope again

i see a giant truck running him over from behind

to make sure he was dead, i aimed at his face

which for some reason turned into a giant sized ipod (that covered his whole face)

i shot and a blood stain appeared on the ipod screen

and that was my last memory of the dream before my mom called my cellphone,

waking me up

thank you, mom