May 10th, 2005

I am watching the Rocketeer movie.
...my awareness enters the movie...
A blond haired young man hands me the jetpack. I strap it on and start to fly. Something goes wrong with the jetpack as I move through the clouds. It explodes. I am flung through the air, crashing into a carnival. I land face first.
"Oww," I think as pain explodes across my body.
I go limp and roll across the ground. I pass out.
...my awareness leaves the character so I can see what happens to him...
My body was broken to pieces when I crashed. The carnival workers find me. They then rebuild me. I lay on a medical bed in the middle of a small circus tent recuperating.
...I can see my character is about to wake up so I reenter him...
I awaken to a kiss from a blonde woman. She works at the carnival and feels terrible about what happened to me. I liked it. But before I could even talk to her, a reporter enters the tent. The reporter looks like one of the actors from the Square One television show, airing when I was in seventh grade. I am pissed he interrupted the blonde woman and me. I lie to all his questions. Justin L., from IOA's Program 1, agrees with every lie I make. The reporter is truly believing everything we say. It becomes a game to the two of us. How far can we take the lies before the reporter catches on. A special event is about to happen at the carnival. We all move to the main tent. The tent did not have bleachers like most carnivals. It had sofa's, recliner chairs, and haybales to sit on. I sit and fell pity for the reporter.
"He's only doing his job. It is not right fro Justin and I to lie to him like that."
I confess to the reporter about the lies. Then I tell him the real story of how I crashed and came to be at the carnival. Then the blonde woman leaves.
...her name is Jennifer I think...
I chase after her. I catch her in the bathroom. It was built where the carnival tent transitions to the brick building. I back her into a corner and kiss her. She kisses me back. As we passionately kiss she fades from view, like the cheshire cat. Only her blonde hair and lips are visible. I know everyone can see us, but I do not care.
"I want to make love to you," I whisper.
"It is not time yet," she replies.