The Girl in the Red Dress
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Lucid Intent? No
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I'm sitting in my fifth grade classroom. Class is starting to really annoy me. There's a girl, who's wearing a red dress and sitting across the room from me, who is constantly trying to hurt me. Emotionally and physically. This girl is smart though, she knows not to hurt me too much, because the teacher can only say something to her if she "crosses the line."
I start getting frustrated with her. I decide that I'm going to walk straight up to her at her desk and try to provoke her to hurt me really bad so that I can finally tell the teacher on her.
I gather my courage and confront her. She's sitting, talking to another girl. As soon as I walk up to her, she grabs a red, ceramic bowl which is sitting on her desk and jams it straight into my face. It hurts a lot A LOT but I feel accomplished because I can finally tell on her. I know for a fact that she's just "crossed the line."
The teacher comes back into the classroom. She takes one look at me and sees the purple bruises on my face. She knows what's happened, so she calls a class discussion.
The entire class, except for me, migrates to the back of the room and sits on the floor in front of the chalkboard. I'm standing next to the sink, still in shock of what's happened. I look into the mirror at myself, and my face looks disgusting. I hear the teacher drawing two figures on the board. One is male and the other is female. She explains that both of these figures have been hurt lately.
She starts with an explanation of the male figure, who's skin is a bit darker. She's drawn a few red spots on his face and some bruises on his chest.
"Some people, I won't mention who, have been calling him inappropriate names like Crazy and Retard," she says, as she runs her fingers over the figure.
I hear students snickering and whispering with each other. They think it's funny.
A girl raises her hand and speaks, "But that is what his name means."
"What do you think his name is?" the teacher asks.
"Dements."
The teacher writes Dements on the board under the figure. She's put quotations around it.
"Just because someone called him that as a nickname doesn't mean that that's what his name is. Does anyone know what his real name is?"
She writes it to the side of him.
"His name is Joire Armen. And it would be kind of you if you would refer to him as just that."
The class is silent.
She moves to the next figure on the board, which is supposed to be me. She then draws a girl in a red dress that is right in front of (the figure of) me, so that my face can't be seen anymore.
The next thing I remember is that I'm outside with my brother. The sky is very dark with a ton of clouds, almost a grayish black color. We're sitting in his jeep, and he tells me to hold a white cup for him.
I look into the cup and find about six or seven earth worms slithering around. They are, somehow, able to climb up the sides of the cup. He explains that the worms are from Mr. Brown's (our cat's) um... litterbox. I suddenly feel really sick and I have to keep pushing the worms back into the cup so they don't crawl out onto me. I use a straw because I don't want to touch those gross little things, but the longest worm keeps trying to slide right up the straw.
My brother pulls into some fast food restaurant parking lot. He jumps out of the car and walks up to the drive-through window. I watch him type in what he wants to order onto the touch-screen.
I look back down into the cup and now there are two caterpillars in there, as well. One of them has a bite taken out of his back. I close my eyes and an image appears to me. It's Mr. Brown standing in his litterbox with the worms trying to crawl out of the clumps and the caterpillars resting atop of them. Half of Mr. Brown's mouth is bitten off so that I can see some of his bones.
Additional Comments:
Weird weird weird....
These might have well been two separate dreams, but I'm not sure. And I've been dreaming of elementary school so often lately, though I'm glad I don't tamper with my age in these dreams. The first part of this one was very home-y feeling, comforting almost.
The figure of me on the board probably stemmed from an idea I had. There's a line in a song, "And she walks along the edge where the ocean meets the land, just like she's walking on a wire in the circus." I was thinking of how I could actually put that image down on paper and thought about a perspective from overhead. Having the ocean on one side of her, the land on the other so that it'd be a literal line she's walking. But drawing the figure from overhead wouldn't give too much insight to who she actually is, which is how the figure on the chalkboard felt. The girl in the red dress was completely covering her.
And I used a straw last night. Don't know if I can use a straw again for a while, imagining a worm climbing in it. That was pretty gross.
