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The Dream That Will Not Die!!

Thursday, August 8 1996 Views: 8302

I seemed to be in some kind of new class. It was some kind of arts or crafts class, a big one; it made me think of the Home Ec room at the high school. There were lots of seats and I was looking around. I had taken a seat--when you're looking at the front of the room the windows are on the left, so my seat was near the right side of the class--and I put my stuff on it. I had a bunch of stuff with me...I had been talking with Michelle T. (a school friend) and I was going to sit by her, but later on in the dream I wasn't. I sat down there for a few minutes. The teacher, a man, was walking around the class; everything was really informal. I got up because I had to do something, but when I came back there was somebody else sitting in my seat. >:/ It was somebody I knew in the dream, but not in real life. She had light brown short hair, kind of in a bowl haircut, and wore glasses. I said, "Oh. Oh, this is my seat," because the teacher had told me to sit here--all the other seats had been taken. So she got up and left and I sat down again. I noticed she'd taken all my stuff and put it on the floor and I thought, "Well, that's kind of rude," because my things had been on the desk. Everybody knows that means I had a claim to the seat, even in real life! I put my things back on the desk and I think she had left something of hers behind but all I thought was, "Well, that's her loss!"

I got out of my seat again and went toward the front of the room, where now there seemed to be another room on the left--it now made me think of the layout of my physics class in high school with Mr. Siddall. I went into this room; it was sunny in here and I sat down in front of this counter. I started eating some things I had; one of them was a container full of chocolates or chocolate-covered nuts. There was a guy sitting beside me. He made me think of Ben H(ansen?) (a student, I think) from real life and I thought that was who he was at first, until I noticed his voice wasn't funny, so I realized it must not be him. In addition there was a girl sitting beside him. Oddly enough, I was acting really cheerful, considering I didn't know these people!

There was some kind of cross-stitch sitting in front of me. I noticed it had a misspelling on it, so I said, "This has a typo." I grabbed it and looked at it and the others started laughing because they thought this comment was funny--a typo in a cross-stitch. :) I looked for the typo again, but in dreams you can't read the same thing twice. Meaning, I could no longer find the "typo." I held it up so they could see it and they looked at it too. It had a bunch of writing on it; I think it was some kind of maxim or saying. In one part it said "service," and "service" was spelled correctly, but we knew it was spelled wrong in my dream--it was supposed to be spelled with a U or something, like "survice." The Ben guy (for want of a better name--he looked like Ben, only not as goofy) pointed this out. I looked at it and said, "Yeah, I think it is a typo"...but then I noticed that the U/E was kind of neutral...it could have been either letter, I think...and I said, "Well, maybe it isn't. Maybe that's just the way it looks." I kept looking and looking for my typo--why couldn't I find it? I was so confused.

We were sitting here eating and all of a sudden it's like I was facing the other way--and I was at a seat in the cafeteria. And then the guy with me turned and kissed me on the lips!! O_O I didn't kiss him back--I was thinking, "Oh, Lord," because I didn't even want to start anything after what happened in real life with Eric. (See "Eric's Last Chance" for the explanation.) So I just kind of stared for a minute and then picked up my food and threw it away, except for the chocolate-covered nuts--I covered those back up and brought them with me.

For some reason, I now knew of some kind of secret passageway out of my basement, and I think I took this passageway to this room that I had been in. (This is quite a convoluted dream. :/ ) Somehow I think I'd been in there earlier in the dream, but I don't remember how. It was this big, deep room, dank, and it had bleachers in it. These bleachers were like folding seats and they went all the way across the room so there was no floor room. I remember walking down the steps; it was dark in here. I had walked out on them earlier with Ma, but there had been a light on then, and as I walked now I thought of my fear of falling down a flight of steps. They were wet and black and there was a lefthand turn in them. I came out into this turn and noticed that these bleachers/seats/whatever, which had been nice, were now being torn down by some people. I walked out above the room, kind of scuffling across the bleachertops because I didn't want to fall between them and hit the floor below.

I looked down in this space where some of the bleachers had been torn down and saw that my Men In Black book, The UFO Silencers by Timothy Green Beckley, was lying on the floor. I was a little in shock over this and said, "Oh, there's my book!" I knew that somehow the people would get it for me; when they were done tearing down everything they'd give my book back.

Then I seemed to be on the floor level. I had climbed down onto the bleachers or whatever they were and reached the bottom. There were a bunch of people here cleaning up. I knew that they were some kind of order--like a religious order--and this is what they did. They were all so solemn; they didn't smile or anything, just tore down and cleaned up these bleachers. As I watched them I wondered if I should join them because it would give me something to do. o_O

I noticed that Desirae W. (a friend from high school) was standing beside me. I kind of moved away but she moved closer, and everywhere I moved she kept moving toward me! I finally whirled around and started YELLING at her, really mad--"I don't want you near me! I don't like you anymore because you lied to me!" (In real life, Desirae and I had a huge falling out in high school because of her compulsive lying and her disrespectful attitude toward me; in later days we would occasionally run across each other in town, and she would be friendly, whereas I would be polite, but I never accepted any of her offers to come to her house again. I do not hate her, but I no longer trust her. She said some truly hurtful things to me.) I was really flipping out. But like in my other dreams she was neutral--she didn't say anything and didn't have any expression on her face; it's like she couldn't even hear me.

I kept walking around and now came to an upper level; for some reason it made me think of the upstairs of my Grandma B.'s house. I went up to this upper level that was at the other side of the room and now Eric V. (the same one mentioned above) was there!! It's like I was putting the words in his mouth, but I'm not sure. He was talking to me about my play, The Pro (this is a play I wrote in real life as a high school assignment; it was a comedy about a mental institution); in the dream, in my play there had been a character that was supposedly kind of based on him, and he was yelling at me about this--"I don't like how you portrayed me!"

I said in return, "Well, I don't like you anymore, either, because of what you did to me!" I denied that he had a part in the play, saying, "Why do you think I'd put you in a play? Yugh!!"

But he just kept yelling so again I walked away while he was doing so. He was very angry, but he didn't even notice me walk away!

I went outside. Somebody was following me and I didn't want them to see me. I took the steps out again; it's like I was walking around and around the house, and where the porch door was supposed to be, there was now a passage under the house. I remember that in the dream there were lots of hidden passages under our house. I came out of that and started walking around the house (I think I have the order of this screwed up! >_< ) and now there was a garage where our long driveway is supposed to be--it was across from that, on the south side of the house. I went over to that and hid behind a car because I didn't want my follower to see me--it might have been Desirae, and it might have been her mom too. Suddenly somebody came up--I seemed to be both of us at the same time, again--and grabbed my shoulder, scaring me, but the person put a finger to his/her mouth and motioned for me to follow.

I did so, and we went out onto the highway, though it was kind of like the road going past the front of Grandma B.'s house, only paved. And now it was the dead of winter, and nighttime. (Will this dream never end? o_O; ) We stood and started going one way, but then we went back along the other way, to the right when your back is to the house. We walked along the side of the road; at some points it was like I was with this person, and at other points it's like I was alone. The snow was falling as we walked and it was dark out. I was narrating for some reason, as if we were on TV or something. I can't remember what I was saying, but I looked up to my right, into the sky, and saw a constellation that looked kind of like the Big Dipper, but it had a whole bunch of stars in it like a cluster; I started thinking of HP Lovecraft and how his stories always have the stars in them, and now began jogging along the road because I was kind of scared. There were trees alongside on my right now. This went on for a while.

I had something like a book under my coat, and several times it seemed to be missing, but I would feel around and tell it was there and sigh with relief. For some reason I needed this book. Finally we came into this little, old-fashioned town and now it was daytime, though still winter; there were some trucks and cars and a tractor and such nearby and I said to the person with me, "Look! Civilization!"

I guess we presented kind of a strange image because we were so cold; the people stared at us as we went by. We went down this road--it was kind of like a hill--and came to this restaurant. We had some fish with us and went inside to give the fish to the man running the place; again I was putting words in the person's mouth, controlling him, and he was going to cook the fish or something. One of us misunderstood--I don't know if it was him or us--the fish were going to be cooked and given to us, and we were surprised because we thought he was going to keep the fish. He was surprised too.

We had some orange juice with us too, and he offered, "Well, would you like me to cool that off?" because it was warm.

We said, "No, no, no!" because we were really cold and didn't want to drink something cold!

"Okay," he said. "Warm orange juice. I can agree with that." And he poured some brandy or something into my friend's drink. The person with me was older than I am. I protested, because I thought it was unfair that this person should get brandy and I shouldn't--even though I hate alcohol in real life!

I guess we drank the juice and walked back into the house. (Which house? I'm not sure.) We went through a little, narrow hallway with dark wood paneled walls. Then all of a sudden--it's like I was back in the other part of the dream with the seat that got taken!! O_O I forgot to say earlier about the girl who took my seat--when I left and came back to my seat, she had taken it again, and I said, "That's my seat!" so she got up and left. She had put my stuff on the floor again, so I picked it up and put it back on the desk; I had looked and Michelle was way at the back of the room and I had thought, "Jeez, I wish I could be sitting by Michelle."

Anyway, I now seemed to be in THIS part of the dream again. But it was different. I was at the dining room table and had some stuff sitting on it; the class had ended, I guess, and I had to clear my stuff out and leave. So I was picking up all these things--I just kept picking it up and picking more up and picking MORE up until I had a whole bunch of it. I had a box and was putting this stuff in it, but I had a couple of other books and couldn't set them flat on top of it with all the junk I had in there. So I found a bowl that I had eaten out of and thought, "Well, I don't need that," and left it behind. I picked up my things and was in a hurry--I think I had to catch a bus or something. When I picked up my box there was a huge clean spot on the table, only it was rather dusty. In real life our dining room table is not clean whatsoever. In the dream, it's kind of like Ma was watching me, but I was neutral in this part; I wiped off the table and brought my stuff out with me.

In the earlier part with the classroom, I remember something about colored pencils, particularly green ones; I think they switched to crayons. I was sorting through them, looking for different colors; I was looking for the color, and then a color close to it, and I remember especially that I pulled out a green one, then looked for another shade of green. I found three shades of green and was trying to make up my mind which one I should use.

My God! You mean this dream is finally over?? o_O;

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