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Some time ago in a class of mine, illustrating and writing a story for our perfect day was assigned to us. I may share my picture later (though I'm not so sure that I ever got it back...I'd have to check) but for now, I'm interested in hearing a full account of your perfect day.

I have not had one...ever...there always seems to be a gray cloud that lingers over my head.

Ok...with imagination...if I were to have a perfect day it would be stress free...and peaceful. It would be nice and sunny with butterflies and friends all around me. It wouldn't be too hot but not to cold...it would just be perfect. Everything that I went to buy at the store would be in stock and nothing would be out. I would not trip on my own feet and fall into the ground face first. I would walk on the beach and find the best seashells and none of them would be broken. I would be able to relax with out a worry in the world and no responsibilities.

Not sure if that was more of what you were looking for...but I did try.

My perfect day took place last Friday. I was at my 8th grade formal dance, and I had a lot of fun with all my friends. Though some things may not be "perfect" on that day, I think that it's perfect like how it is. Sorry, I'm a very optimistic person, so, I talk strangely.

You're not alone. I dress in "gothic" and "dark" clothings on Gaia (well, in real life, too, but not as much); however, it completely contradicts my optimistic character inside me rofl I find that ironic.

Was this the day that he made you wait for 45 minutes just so he could ditch you? Wow...If he's your Mr. Perfect, you must be Ms. Lowstandards.
I want to see just one more post, then I'll give you mine, but I have to warn you, mine is way, way out there and a lot more elaborate.

I awoke, feeling refreshed and energetic, an incredibly rare combination, especially so soon after waking. I came out into the living room to turn on the TV to hear the breaking news story. Evidently, the corpse of Jerry Falwell had spontaneously animated, clawed its way to the surface, and evidently traversed the continent at impossible speeds and consumed Anne Coulter, Rush Limbaugh, and the entirety of the Westboro Baptist church, before returning to its grave and interring itself once more. This was followed by a story about an incident where Stephanie Meyer, author of the popular Twilight series (and several works of similar quality) was killed when a book about ancient, mythologically sound vampires struck her in the head while she was at a book signing. It was then that I realized that I had woken up to a wonderful day.
My wife then told me that she found a coat on-line that I she knew I would like. It was form-fitting and black with thick white pin stripes set wide apart and swallow tails. It even came with matching pants, the whole set for just $100 in an auction that just ended.
It was becoming more and more evident that luck was strongly on my side, today. I went out to the convenience store and bought a lottery ticket (with a 50 dollar bill that I found on the ground outside the store, keeping the chane, of course) and returned home.
I checked the used book bin on my way home only to find each of the discontinued 3.5 Dungeon & Dragons rule books I was missing, the issue of Berserk that I had missed, and another book that was unmarked, but bound in a way that caught my eye, so I put it on top of the stack and continued home.
My wife had left for work and I was left to pour over my new books. I first opened the unmarked book and found that it read very much like a New Age book. I was disappointed but continued reading, as it would give me something to discuss with some of my pagan friends. Besides that, it was quite engaging and interestingly written.
As I continued, I found that it offered something that no other book of the New Age genre offered: results. Real, tangible, immediate results, with little to no investment on my part. Intrigued, but by no means convinced, I read on and found that the words turned into writing, illegible lines on the page. I also felt a difficult to describe sensation, as though something was leaving the book and entering my body and mind as I read. It discussed a thought process that allowed me to control time within the confines of my own body.
I went before a mirror, followed it’s instructions with something that would be evident and found, after close study, with no room for the power of suggestion to affect my body that I was able to adjust each individual part of my body to it’s most ideal point.
When I was finished my teeth were at their whitest, my frame at its slimmest, my muscles at their strongest (with each individual tendon adjusted to its utmost), my hair at its thickest, and my skin at its clearest and palest.
Reading on I found that it was indeed permanent and not only could I idealize my appearance, but I could also achieve perfect immortality. By keeping my skin and innards at a time when they were unharmed and healthy, I would forever be free of the ravages of injury, illness, or age.
My body was now at the most perfect stage that it had ever been in and most receptive to improvements. Reading on, I found that my mind could be similarly enhanced, but only on the condition that I be willing to accept an existence of undeath. The book continued that I could switch from my idealized living form to that of an undead at which point I would be less distractable, more task-oriented, and never, ever need to sleep or eat again. Additionally, my mind would perpetually be at its most awake and alert. While in my undead form, I would suffer controlled levels of decomposition (unto a certain point) but seeing as I could resume a living form at any time of my choosing, I saw no drawback.
I followed the instructions and instantly felt the warmth leave me and my sense of touch slowly fade to nothing. Instantly I attempted to switch back and found that I could do so with ease (albeit a slight, momentary discomfort).
The next chapter described teleportation and went on to describe the principals of dimensional folding such as I had heard theorized before. When I had finished reading, I put down the book and wanting to be safe, I decided to attempt something simple by teleporting across the room and found as it was just as the book described. The book assured me that I would be able to teleport to locations that I had never been without any confines of distance. I decided that I would try this later.
The next chapter discussed the notion of other planes, or alternate dimensions. The safe and accessible ones were small but limitless in number and could be shaped in accordance with the desires of those that could reach them. They could also be tied to specific people. While individuals that were tied to a plane were in their designated plane, time would stand still where they were so that when they reenter this world, it will be at the same time that they left. I smiled as I thought of the environments that I would later sculpt and slate as meeting places for my friends that lived out of state.
The next chapter discussed telekinesis. By following these directions, I found that I was able to lift objects of great weight and move them as I saw fit. I had realized that in a century from now, I would be over 120 years old and still have a youthful appearance (if I so chose). It was good to know that any studies I would be subjected to would be purely at my convenience. I was sure that by now there was nothing on Earth that could hold me any longer. Even if my loved ones were threatened, I could move them to places utterly inaccessible to anyone but me.
The final chapter was on the afterlife and the fate that awaited all mortals at the end of their natural lifespan. I found that [paragraph omitted.]
I looked at the clock and saw that my wife would be returning in an hour. I spent the time as an undead, testing my new abilities and adjusting to my new body before finding a plane to call my own and do the desired landscaping, before moving onto others, allowing one plane for each of my friends.
It seemed the only thing denied me was the knowledge of the exact processes that allowed me to achieve these things. I could still execute them, to be sure, but now they were so second nature that describing the process was as difficult as instructing someone how to breathe.
In a sense I was glad. I would now be absolved of the responsibility of granting these gifts to anyone else. I was of course saddened by the knowledge that all of my friends one day would die but having desired eternal life (or something like it) since a young age, I was used to the downfalls and had always been willing to meet them.
My wife arrived. I knew how she would react if I described what I now was and was capable of and decided that I would tell her tomorrow. There was no sense in ruining an otherwise perfect day.
I watched the lottery. By now I was not even surprised when I found that I had the winning number. I left the ticket with my wife. It seemed that we would be able to pay off our college loans completely with a healthy sum left over.
I then went to the library. Taking the building with me, I entered the plane that I had created. Using my undead form I read with perfect retention and focus, tirelessly. I suppose it was weeks if not months later that I finish. My body was quite desiccated and seemed to have entered a sort of auto-mummification rather than traditional decay, by the time I had finished reading. Of course in the “real” world, literally no time had passed at all. I resumed my living form and returned to my house, a large step closer to omniscience.
I reached all of my closest friends and associates, finding that I was now capable of telepathy, in addition to all of my other abilities. I took them all to the plane I had created and held what could be called a party, of sorts. Of course I made all of the amenities I chose out of thin air.
I’m not sure how much time passed (though it was surely days) before I decided to go home. I was content to leave, for it was the close of a perfect day, and what day could be called perfect if it lacked the promise of an equally perfect tomorrow? Indeed today was the first day of the rest of my life.

I was nice, and made sure that my perfect day didn't involve murdering you....

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...Why am I nice? x.x