reality dream

someone was telling me about a book, and how a man had only started reading it and it changed his life. i had the book. on the cover was a picture of the inside of a large room, on one side on the second floor was a big sphere of a room made of glass pannels. on the other side of the second floor was just a floor and stairs coming down to the first floor where there was a swimming pool in the center of the room down below.

i was reading the book on an airplane, and a little girl came down the aisle with a little white bag asking for money. i gave her two quarters, her mother asked me "why are you sitting on top of a swimming pool" as if to say "i really needed a swimming pool below me?" i look down and sure enough i glimpse a pool below my seat.. i feel bad for this luxury when the little girl is asking for money so i give her two more quarters.

sometime either before or after i get off the plane i go into this room where they have video projections of people talking, each in their own cavity. most are celebrities like james franco, pussifer (who is a woman), and a news broadcaster. they're all talking at once. each one had read the book. thats why they were there.

i'm off the plane and am in the airport; someone says something about the book (could have been me) and i drop it as i go up the escalator, it lands in the hands of someone else. i get to the second floor and someone tells me "they're checking all of the girls who got off your plane". i look down and sure enough there is a girl who looks totally normal, my age, who stops another girl in her tracks and searches her. i knew they were searching for the book, or more importantly the person who read the book. i panic, but remember the girl who was searched below had been running. so i don't run. i walk calmly.

suddenly, the picture of what is really going on becomes clear as a woman in a yellow suit who looks like a ninja flies off the second floor (slow motion) and comes hurdling down into the glass sphere room on the other side, i see the men inside scream as she shatters the glass. the men inside are old, white, suit wearing, evil men. they're in control. the woman in yellow is there to kill them. i realized as she was flying through the air that the book was reality. it was just hidden before.

i am now a part of a large group of people, all carrying the secret of reality, all who have read the book. its like the movie Fight Club. there are people from the group everywhere i go. we don't know it by each other's faces, but we do know we're out there, looking out for each other. the man who warned me first was a part of the group, the woman in yellow was a part of the group.

it is a dangerous group to be in, since the evil white men in charge don't want anyone else to get their hands on the secret or the book. and there are many deaths for what we fight for.

but once you know the secret, there is no turning back, not that we would want to.

there is a meeting. there is over 100 of us together, mostly men. che is with me and we're sitting on the side in two lawn chairs. there is a man sitting in the middle and she tells me he is the one who started the group. he is african american and has a face to be trusted.
he gets up and sits on the ground in front of che and i. she seems to know him personally and greets him. i extend my hand and say "its an honor", he shakes it and smiles.
he begins speaking and che giggles at something he says. i say "shut up" and he also says "shut up che". for some reason its not rude, its just protocal and it is important for us to be able to hear what he has to say.
suddenly, we hear sirens. he says "i knew they would be coming". i figure they're coming because there are so many cars parked in one place at night but who knows. che and i stay behind and most of the other group members disperse.
but then there are shots heard. che and i start to go up the hill to the street to see what is going on. she is running, i am walking slowly, i see everything in slow motion. i look to the right and see one group member pushing a cop, the cop pushes back, another man (cop or member) gets involved, pushing. it doesn't get more violent than that but the look on the cop's faces say they are just as upset as the group members. i look to the left, a member is screaming and yelling but i dont hear him, he's yelling at a cop who is half slumped over the trunk of his car, crying. the member is crying. i look at che, members are holding her back, she's hysterical crying and screaming.
a group member had been shot.
i didn't know why everyone was so upset, members got shot and died all the time.
we heard more sirens, more cops were coming and this meant trouble. but our leader told us in an authoritive tone he'd taken care of it.
a group member pulled up in the cop car and i got in with some other members. his vision becomes mine; he started driving crazy, over the field and grass, making hard turns and yelling while he did it. he pulled over in a backyard and there was a tricycle. he gets out of the car and jumps on the tricycle. he starts riding it down a hill and onto a tree branch that wraps around and around going steeper and steeper in a downward spiral. he balances though, going faster and faster screaming out "IT'LL BE OKAY, IT'LL BE OKAY, IT'LL BE OKAY".
apparently his son had died while riding a tricycle.. somehow he slows down when the branch is conjoined with another branch above and he runs out of space. a little dizzy, he picks up the tricycle and marches back up the branch, back up the hill to the backyard.

but some women group members already have a grave dug for him, his body is already underground. i come up the hill and say "shouldn't he be buried with this tricycle?" one woman does not want to dig up the grave again. but i do, i dig it up with my hands and bury the tricycle as well. we have about three other graves to dig and boxes to bury. but then all of the group members who died walk up to us. they are alive, and once again mostly celebrities. one who might have been forest whittaker says "part of the secret is there is no religion, therefore no afterlife, so we're here"

and then i am in my kitchen with my sister and maybe jessica dunham, i hear my parents come through the front door.
"how was the movie?" they ask.
"it was really really great.. the best i've seen in a long time"
and my dad asks if he can draw on my tattoo with sharpie to make one part look like a hersheys kiss, i let him but it hurts my skin.