Final "Trip"

This is my "trip". I don't know if this a dream or reality. All I do know is this is what I saw on my altered state of mind. The first of my surrealism journey was this floating sign. Normal isn't it?


Everything seemed normal until I saw this guy a couple of feet away from me robbing someone at gunpoint but being very polite to the victim. He was waiting patiently for the guy to write him a check.

I walked fast in the other direction to see these surreal images coming from the ambulance across the street.

I passed by this building trying to get a climpse inside. I see something inside the glass but disappears with each step I take.


I knew things were getting extremely odd when I saw this! This guy was on fire and no one seemed to notice or just ignored the poor soul who seemed to be making a political statement.


I bumped into two guys down the street. They said they were setting up a bomb to destroy this corporate sculpture. I don't know why they told me but I just smiled and backed away.


I heard them running and screaming down the street so...I did the same. I was approaching the union station when I heard the explosion. I closed my eyes and jumped on the ground.


When I opened eyes I found myself at a certain monument site.


I began to walk toward the monument when I looked to my right and saw some birds flying. As I looked closer I found these birds to be attached by some sort of string. They could not move without each other.


I continued to walk this path toward the monument when I noticed these girls oddly dancing in front of me.


I heard some rumbling but it wasn't coming from the ground. It was coming from the sky. The wind began to blow harder and the sky seemed to roar. The sky opened to reveal these bolts of lighting. The bolts began to strike down to the earth.


I hid behind the monument but the lighting bolts hit the structure. As I walked backwards, I looked up to see a symbol of my subconscious.

Final Situational Essay

I woke up to the roar of a screaming train. I'm use to the sound of a delicate alarm clock so this strikes as very unusual. A second later I realize that's the least of my worries. I am not waking up in the comfort of my bed but on the side of a graffiti-painted brick wall. My head is killing me and my vision seems to be blurred because I can't seem to focus on anything including where I am and how I got here.


I brace myself against the building to somehow lift myself on my feet. Its cold and all I have to keep me warm is this dark brown trench coat I have on. I have no concept of time right now. I walk down this alley to try to find any clue of where I am or how I got here. The screaming of train echoes behind me as I walk toward the intersection of this alley. I look to my right as I approach what seems to be a parking lot to a health clinic of some sort.

I keep walking and look to my left as I see this pole-like structure in the distance. I use it as a guide to get me out of this place. This structure should be in a public place and maybe there I can start to figure out what's going on.

I have finally been guided to civilization again! I see cars and people! A sense of relief falls over me but confusion still overwhelms me. I began to study this place I am not familiar with. I can faintly hear these gentlemen talk a couple of yards away from me but have no idea what they are saying.

I walk down the block to find myself near the entrance of a building next to some bike racks. I see people walking around and I'm sure they can help me figure out where I am. I feel timid and slightly embarrassed to ask any kind information about where I am. How do you not where you are?

I pull the collar up of my trench coat as the wind begins to blow harder down the street. My head is still pounding and my back hurts as well. I continue to walk down the street and observe the structures around me. I notice two more pole-like structures down the street. Atleast I see something I'm familiar with, this makes me feel a little better.

I look across the street to see a trolley stop. This would be a great way to explore this place and these streets I've been walking through. These things are starting to seem familiar but I don't know why.

My focus is distorted and my memory is shaky. I approach an entrance to a Union Station. I contemplate on going in but somehow I feel safer staying on the sidewalks of these streets. I finally attempt to ask someone for help. I tapped this gentleman on shoulder but he ignored me. I tapped again and he just continued to walk away.


Disappointed, I continued to walk down the street and for some reason I still hear the roaring of the train that woke me up this morning. I'm sure its just my headache making it feel like that. I walk pass another entrance that leads to the union station. I want to go in there but I have this feeling telling me to stay on the sidewalk so I continue to walk down the street.



As I continue to walk down these city streets I find myself in this courtyard in front of a couple of buildings. I look up and stare at this "corporate" art wondering why I know this geometric sculpture. These primary colors floating in mid-air seem all to familiar.


I begin to feel nervous and start to run down the sidewalk. All I can hear are my feet hitting the pavement and the wind blowing by my ears. The sting of the cold air is starting to hurt my face and the pain in my back and head seem to be intensified. The flashing lights of the ambulance seem to mimic my heart pounding out of my chest.


I approach the end of the block and feeling of paranoia comes over me. I am staring at a police car and for some reason I don't know either to run or ask for help. I'm losing my mind and I need someone to help me figure out where I am.


I cannot seem to find the police officer but I see a security guard that might be able to help me. He was talking to someone so I waited patiently behind him. I started to over hear their conversation. He said extra security was called out yesterday because of an incident happening in the area. The security officer said a schizophrenic patient at a nearby clinic escaped and ran throughout the streets. Police officers were called to the union station and the trolley station to prevent him from escaping the area. He was a dangerous man with no sense of time or place. The description of a man wearing a large brown trench coat helped the police locate him. The police chased him into an abandoned building near the railway. He was trapped on the roof with nowhere to go. Police said he stood on ledge and smiled at them as he fell backward to street below killing himself.