January 11, 2000 8:45pm
I just finished another sensory deprivation experiment. This time it worked. It really worked - and I'm not sure what it all means. I dont even know what the termed "worked" means, I just know that I hallucinated or saw things in the darkness - things that I've never seen before. I keep wondering if it was a dream or not but I felt fully conscious. I knew I was awake. The whole time I was thinking I cant wait to write all this down. So it was definitely a lucid dream like experience.
But I can barely remember all the things I saw - only the broad concepts of it. I dreamed I walked into this house where I had never stepped foot in before. I kept wandering around the house thinking to myself how it was possible that I could imagine such detail. Feeling the fabric of the furniture, determining how well it was stitched together. Very weird. And there was this man - who was expecting me - a man with a cane named Chambers, which I dont know it thats symbolic or something of the room or the tank or my mind - but he shows me this suitcase filled with files and tapes and data being collected about me over the years and especially those days I was missing in November. I wish there was some way to get those tapes! They were in my hands but they were imagined so how could I take them? I need to get back in there and find a way to listen to them.
The scariest thing was the more I tried to focus on getting those things into my own world, the more I felt an evil presence. A shadow of someone just beyond my vision. A figure dressed in black. He chased me around the house until I let go of everything I tried to take and then in an instant he was gone.
As I felt myself losing control of the "dream" I began being pulled into this bright light. I felt a sense of pressure - like being squeezed through a tube, filled with numbers and words and sounds - chaotic sounds - like screeching nails on a chalkboard... and then cut to black and I see nothing but the blackness of the tank.
I cant wait to try this again. I don't know if I should tell Isabelle or not. She might not like that strange dark figures are lurking form the corner of my mind and chasing me around imagined rooms...
Oh, and I just remembered - on one of the files, there was a date - 2013 and it was a surveillance photo of me. And I saw the triangular image again. The criss-crossing lines I had originally sketched on that piece of paper. Still no ideas as to what that is.