Dream 17, continued

I walked down the hallway, peering into rooms, some of which held two peoples, others had no curtains. I smiled at everyone and nodded hello, but I know I appeared nervous because meeting new people makes me jittery. Everyone was dirty, smelly, but there was a rawness about the way the moved and talked that made me intruiged.

I continued down the hallway and stepped into the lavatory. It was a huge mess. There was paper towels and toilet paper scattered on the floor. Water was leaking from pipes, and there were huge puddles of brown water and who knows what else. Many of the toilets were clogged and growing mold. A girl or young woman stood at the sink, fixing her hair.

"Does anyone ever clean?" I asked politely.

"Eh... naw. Too much to worry 'bout plus we don't have any cleaning stuff. Costs too much money. You new here, aren't you?" She replied warmly.

"Yeah," I said. I decided to try and get money so we could clean this place up.

After this point, the dream became a little more surreal. A man came over with a bunch of kids and we played pool. But something weird was going on with the balls, so they were doing stuff like stacking on each other.

Dream 17, last night

It began with myself and this person, a boy/man who was very important to me. I'll call him Adam. So Adam and I walked into a room that was like an auditorium. We had these staffs, everyone had staffs, and we sat down. A person came to the stage and instructed us to exchange our staffs for wands. As we did that, Adam and I vanished.

Either we had died before going into that room, or we had just died. At any rate, I felt a rising sensation and fog surrounded me. I looked down - Adam was rising with me, holding my hand. I could feel wind, but no dampness or cold.

We reached this room with white walls. There was a door in each opposite corner. On one wall, two ancient looking people stood, one a man, the other a woman. There faces had many creases and their eyes were open, but not blinking, not looking around. They were like statues.

In the center of the room, there was an old table made from a deep red wood. There was a hole in the center of the table, and two figures standing around the hole. They looked like little Buddha's, or elegant sumo wrestlers with more clothing.

Light streamed through a large window with no glass, although when we looked out, all we could see was that fog.

Adam, who seemed to know what was going on, whispered to me, "We have to wait for the statues to awake and determine we're reading to continue on. Then our figurines will fight, and the one that gets pushed into the hole first is sent through the corresponding door. If we want to go through together, both figurines have to push themselves in at the same time." Adam looked fierce, as though that's what he wanted. I wanted that, too.

It was a long wait, during which I realized this was heaven, and I had died. I cried some, because I knew that I most likely wouldn't go through the door with Adam. I'd never see him again. I would continue on alone.

Adam and I talked, but most of the time we stared at the figurines and the statues, thinking. Finally, after the longest wait I'd ever experienced, the figurines moved. They were ready to fight. The woman statue came to life, and signaled for them to begin.

It was very quick. Adam's figurine pushed mine into the dark hole. We would go on alone. The woman took my arm and led me to the door. I glanced back, the man was leading Adam through the other door.

We stepped into this elevator. I asked the woman, "Will I ever see him again?"

She replied, her voice surprisingly sweet and soft for her old age, "No, probably not."

"What will happen to me now?"

"You will be placed in a different dimension at the location you love best. It will be as if you never died. You will lead a near normal life, but you can do whatever you want."

I thought, California. That's where I want to go. Maybe I'll be able to see my family again.

"Your family does not exist anywhere. You won't see them again."

The elevator moved. My back hurt from the pressure of changing dimensions, I leaned back. "It hurts."

The old woman smiled. "Yes."

Instead of feeling depressed, I felt excited to be starting a "new" life, but with more experience than before. Adam was already fading from my mind.

The elevator stopped. I stepped out, into an old, crumbly building. There was a hallway, and either side were rooms. Half rooms, for one side of the wall was missing. People had hung curtains and cloth as doors to give themselves privacy. It was dirty. I turned around, more questions on my tongue. But the old woman was gone. I walked into the room I knew was mine. I tried to clean it up and hang a curtain, but there wasn't enough fabric. Hesitantly, I decided to see what type of people lived here.

to be continued.

Dream 16, last night

This one I was with my beloved family again, but my mom had had another boy, and he was about three years old. We were standing in a crowd behind a short wall. Behind the wall was a staircase going down. I set the boy on the railing and jumped down onto the stairs.

Holding up my arms, I said, "Jump down, I'll catch you." Some other older boys watched. My little brother slid off the banister and I caught him, but kind of let him crash into the stairs. Oops. He was okay, though.

I don't remember much more.

Dream 15, last night

This one I don't remember as well. I was in a humongous locker room. There were lockers lining the wall and lockers making isles. This was a martial arts school. Kids were ranging from 12 to 18 were putting there possessions in lockers and talking. Instructors would walk around, watching. It was very noisy.

Something happened, and I started running, trying to hide from a girl. She looked like Zhang Ziyi. Somehow, I knew she was really angry and wanted to knock my brains out. Eventually she caught up with me, and an instructor came by to watch us. The girl and I started fighting, but because she was much better, I was not only getting my brains knocked out, I was also getting other internal organs punched out of the system. (Not really, but it felt like it.) Eventually she was sitting on me and punching my face. The instructor watched calmly while I was calling for help.

Dream 14, last night

I was at my house with Barium. It started to rain, and we went outside to dance in the rain and play around. When we came back inside, we went to the study and started to work on school. However, we noticed that the walls were slowly starting to disinigrate and peel away where the wall meets ceiling. My mom and dad came up to look, and by then most of the top wall were missing. We could see spiders and mice droppings in the woodwork behind the plaster that had fallen away.

Dad said that the walls were made cheaply and this had happend a couple years before we moved in. He said the owners had repaired the walls, but this was so bad we were going to move. Barium and I got really excited - we wanted to move to California. Dad said that was too expensive, so we were going to stay in the same state.

Later on, I remember walking around our old neighborhood and seeing our old neighbor's little boy. I think I played baseball with him or something.

In the end we did move to California, and we found a bungalow house near the ocean.

Dream 13, last night

So, the whole gist of this dream was that I was jumping on celebrities. Yes, jumping, like a trampoline. The list includes, but is not limited to, Josh Groban, Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, and Keisha Castle-Hughes. It was an extremely weird and somewhat disturbing.


Grrr! The spell checker keeps claiming that Groban isn't a word! It offers groan, Goran, Gran, Robin, and Robyn. It thinks Grobanite is Granite. Okay, enough whining.

Dream 12, Saturday (April 7) night

Finally I dream I've remembered long enough to write down.

I'm trying out for the youth symphonies again in this room that has walls painted white. There are windows and a large tree growing out of the floor of the room. Claudette, the audition judge, is sitting in a chair in front of me. She tells me to play a scale (I think it was F minor) but I realize that I'm not prepared. I ask her if I can come back later when I'm prepared and she says, "Yes, but just play me a C major scale before you go." I do, and it sounds medium quality. Ashamed, I exit the room while someone sitting on the tree stares at me.

I feel like Hermione when Ron teases her about what her worst fear would be if she confronted a boggart - Professor McGonagall telling her she got an A- on her paper.