The dream was a repeat of the day's events. The average or mundane was slightly heightened.
I was riding a broomstick that wouldn't let me steer it. There was a woman hovering on another broomstick in front of me on a road, I bumped into her and she invited me to her home. There was an unsettling gathering of people there, and among them was my little sister. I rescued her and we fled the house.
I wanted to transfer to RISD, so I spread out all of my things on the commons lawn.
I lived by the Washington Monument which became flooded after a tsunami, and I drifted around in a boat made of a thin snow toboggan. I didn't have any paddles but was being pulled downstream towards the Harbor.
I can't remember anything from the dream, but when I woke up I said that it was the most vivid dream I've ever had.
The hill in the commons was a giant movie theater with grey felt seats and walls. Colin was with me and we watched a movie.
My mother told me I was going to die on Christmas Eve. I told her she was cheering for the wrong football team.
Adam asked me to show him the way home from an empty parking lot.
I saw Adam sitting on the lawn next to Mia and he turned around towards me very slowly. I turned to walk up the staircase and face-less boys chased me, I screamed and my dream-self woke up to another dream. I sat up in bed, convinced that someone had broken in and was watching me sleep so I ran into Hunter's room. It was painted a doctor's office blue and there were two girls sitting on her bed, each holding a tabby cat. A skinny dog was pacing in front of the doorway. Hunter told me she never wanted to hear that scream again. I suppose she meant the scream from the previous dream. I left, found Tommy and fell asleep on his shoulder. When I woke up, Tommy and I went into a garage and a tiny fawn leapt inside after us. I told him it was my spirit animal. I caught other animals in the garage: a small turkey, a few cats, and a moth-sized bird. The fawn went out the side door to the patio where my sisters were sitting on the brick steps. I realized that I didn't need to catch and release the fawn because it was my spirit animal, meaning it was myself, and I couldn't get rid of it or take it because it was already with me. The miniature deer disappeared into a hedge that was overrun with small Native American dolls and tee-pees hanging between the branches.
Something about a brother, a hotel lobby, fire and some hula-hoops.
I was in my grandparent's foyer. I noticed the linoleum floor, walked outside and down a gravel path to a beach. It was more of a pool, the smallest ocean surrounded by a few sandboxes and faded hills.
Chris, Hunter and I were sleeping on a large carved mahogany bed in the middle of the forest. We left to weave between the trees and up to a house filled with Mormons. They told us we were sinners and our forest sleep was an anathema. The three of us ran from the house and I remember two more sequences of events, but not what happened.
My mother told me to take my sisters to the hair salon. I was sitting underneath the dryer with curlers in my hair and when I looked down the aisle for Virginia, she wasn't there. She appeared with my mother and Isabelle. They all scolded me for only caring about myself and forgetting them. I ran through a gymnasium lined with blue mats. I drove in Adam's red bug instead of my Jetta because it didn't reek of smoke and I vowed I would quit.
Kristina and I took a lot of green marble elevators to get to class. We almost missed all of them. I had Spanish with Gray, which was really an art class with a Spanish teacher. He looked like Mr. Ibach, my old basketball coach and gym teacher, but he had a heavy accent. I showed Gray my Snow White book from the 1930’s that was in my desk, and a page fell out on the floor in front of me. Things got a bit hectic for awhile at the school; someone stole Gray’s pink dress and tried to take her shoes or something, so another girl helped her along some roads while I kept her pursuers at bay. One of them was AJ Miles. I danced with one of them, and when I arrived late to class she didn’t thank me so I told her “I was just breakdancing for you. You owe me.” She replied “I know.” Then she got up to go to sculpture.
There was another side to the dream. Once she left for another class, an urgent notification swept through the school that everyone needed to report downstairs in the lobby. There were waves of people running downstairs, and somehow I took hours to get there with my depressed friend, Kevin. The lobby was large, of polished stone and warmly lit. The school was divvied up into small circles of students and the principal was going around to each of them, telling them what was going on. A teacher snapped at us to find a circle that hadn’t been spoken with yet, but there weren’t any. We wandered for a long time, and soon I was in Dan Cohn’s house. Everything was green and fancy, like the elevators. His mother was in the kitchen, and I told her I just had to ask Dan something. He was on the phone but told whoever he was talking with to hold on a minute, and I asked if he was spoken with yet, to which he said yes, and then what the principal said. He couldn’t tell me for some reason so I kept onward. I had to do a lot of research, and I think there was one of those montages in horror films where the main character ‘finds out’ a bunch of stuff by going to the library. I found the principal’s phone number in a small phonebook and called.
He told me the school spent far too much, triple what they were allotted, so our lives as students would change drastically. We would be poor. We would have to buy everything. The principal had also been in jail for this, and was so proud of himself for escaping through the sewer system with his prized hunting knife. I went back to Spanish class and no one seemed concerned about any of this.
I was swimming in my backyard pool, and a helicopter flew closer and closer to the deck. It eventually landed next to my mother who was talking to my sisters and me from the picnic table. My Aunt Elaine stepped out of the helicopter, and the first thing I thought to tell her was how it cost $4,ooo every time a helicopter takes off.
A really hazy dream about George, I don’t remember anything from it other than his face.
Gray, Michael and I were climbing on things around a river. I dropped Gray’s purse into the water by accident, and I ruined a lot of her things.
I was at my aunt’s house, which is against a lagoon in Manahawkin, but I went at a time where the water was emptied out and you could walk along the sand bottom. There was an enormous complex of underground white tunnels with overhead lighting. There were small pools of water, and I was swimming around in one but my hair kept falling out and entangling my limbs. A guy approached me and said I’d been there before, and he showed me photos of myself with my hair up in large corkscrew curls. I didn’t remember it. I wandered into a basement, which was a carpet covered dock underneath the complex. There was a boy on a computer with electronic equipment around him. I asked if his things got ruined when the lagoon was filled in, and he told me the water never rises higher than the carpet platform.
I was painting someone or something, but I can’t really remember. I was in my house and I just heard that Michael was a known killer and I had a feeling he was hiding in the house, so I looked everywhere without my mother or sisters realizing what I was doing. The house in my dream was enormous. I ended up in my basement, looking at the door to the closet underneath the stairs, and knew he was in there because it was the only place I hadn’t looked. I yelled his name, and told him to come out so long as he didn’t have a weapon. He opened the door and dropped the handsaw he was holding onto the floor. He looked so sad and exhausted. My mother screamed but I ran to the door and closed it behind us. I think Colin was there too, and the closet was a hundred times larger than normal. All of my childhood toys were in it, and I talked to Michael about being on the run. He wasn’t a killer, but the whole world thought he was.
I told someone in my next dream about the Michael dream.
There were two of myself; I think I watched both like a split screen. One was having a coughing fit and the other was stoning birds. When asked what I was doing I said "Why would I practice if I don't want to kill them?"
