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There were five little kids standing outside their classroom door in a huge school building. The rule of the school was that once you left the classroom to use the bathroom or something, you couldn't re-enter until whatever class was in session was over. It was a good rule, made a lot of sense for the students still in the classroom as it decreased disruption. But, it was too bad for the kids who had to go to the bathroom because they missed so much. (It was assumed everyone WANTED to be in the classroom whenever possible.)
I felt bad for them, the five little kids standing forlornly outside their room. I stopped to see how I could help. I watched what the teacher was doing through the glass window of the door, it looked like singing class. I sat the kids down on the floor and mimicked whatever the teacher was doing. Inside the room, the children in their seats started singing a rousing song with many verses. We could hear them faintly through the closed door. The five little kids' faces all brightened, they knew this song! I didn't, but I made a convincing show of leading them while they sang it. I sort of mouthed the words, getting them wrong fifty percent of the time.
Soon there was a whole crowd of kids around us; all the kids who had had to leave their classrooms for whatever reason had congregated around our small group. There were several adults/teachers with us now, too, so we had a pretty organized group. We all were singing the song, sometimes kids coming forward to sing a verse solo to which we all applauded heartily.
The end of the classtime approached too quickly, we were having tons of fun. The real teacher opened the classroom door and invited his five little kids back in. The teacher nodded his thanks to me, I'd done a good job.
Sort of at loose end's now, I wandered away to find my locker. I probably had some class to get to, probably English or something. I began to be concerned when I could not find my locker. I only had a vague idea of where it was to begin with, and since it wasn't where I thought it might be I began to panic. I wandered the halls in my stockinged feet, trying hard to recall the number of my locker in vain.
There was a mild switch, and while I was still walking through the halls, I was no longer searching for anything or concerned about anything in particular, the whole locker incident as forgotten as if it never occurred. I started up a wide staircase, letting my hand trail against the polished wood of the bannister almost lovingly. I recalled that I sometimes would see Chris on this staircase in the past, I wondered if I would see him now. Like magic, there he was, heading down the same staircase on the other side of the bannister. "Chris!" I called to him. He looked up at me, a polite but clueless expression on his face. I was laughing, "Don't you recognize me??" The light dawned in his eyes and he smiled, "Oh, of course! Hello Sharon, how are you doing?" We were standing in the middle of the stairway, smiling at each other silently for several minutes.
Chris shook himself out of our mutual daze and checked his watch. "I have to go," he told me in a now harried voice, "...I'm getting married soon!" He had turned and was running down the stairs, finishing his sentence to me over his shoulder as he descended. I leaned over the bannister, yelling to him, "WHAT? What?? Who are you marrying?? Are you happy? WAIT!" He didn't wait.
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Before falling asleep last night, I had *asked* for a dream. And THIS is what I got.
I was a casual participant in a cross country race that was being held on either the 4th of July or Memorial Day. To say I was nonchalant about it would be an understatement, I stopped to browse around a popcorn stand crowded by dozens of people. At the same time, a marching band was coming toward us. I knew there would be a bottleneck here with the band, the popcorn buyers and the rest of the runners who were coming behind me. I briefly thought of taking a short cut I was aware of, but that would be cheating.
Switch and I was still a runner, but now only for my own pleasure. I ran towards a filling station/garage I knew (in the dream). I wasn't at all surprised to find it empty, having a dream memory that the owners had closed up shop a while ago. In the back bay where the cars used to be fixed, I saw several red toolboxes piled around. The mechanics must still be clearing their things out I guessed. And there they were, sitting behind a wall having a last smoke break. I was surprised to see Ben there, I didn't know he was a mechanic.
I quickly backed out, praying Ben hadn't seen me. I just happened to be once again wearing the red zippered sweatshirt, which made me inwardly groan. Thankfully, the hood was up over my hair, HOPEFULLY he wouldnt' recognize me. I took off running down the street.
I was having a hard time running, a hard time walking even, felt like I was moving through molasses. I was just about to bend over and pull at the ground for help when I noticed Ben's group of friends walking out of the garage toward me. I tried to appear as if I was just casually strolling down the street, cringing inside because I was sure Ben had noticed me. One of the group called out to me in a teasing way, yet not unfriendly, "Hey, how's Romeo?" I licked my lips, glancing at Ben. Inside my head I answered, "Romeo is always and forever waiting for his Juliette", but aloud I said, "Fine, fine. Romeo's just fine." (I was the one referred to as Romeo in the dream, even though I'm female)
After saying that, I was finally able to run properly and so I ran off in a westerly direction while Ben and his group continued on southeasterly. I slowed down when I entered a full restaurant. A woman behind me said, "Oh, you dropped your glasses." I turned around, seeing someone passing forward a pair of dark framed eyeglasses. I was confused and lifted my hand to my face, did I lose my glasses? I was even more confused when a sharply dressed young black woman took the offered glasses and placed them in her purse saying, "Ah thank you! I can't lose these!" The black woman saw my confusion (I had stopped moving forward and stood there stupidly). "What?", she said to me in an impatient tone. I opened my mouth to start to explain that somehow I thought they had been talking to ME, but I saw how goofy that was and so I just shrugged and walked away.
The restaurant ended and a high end clothing store took it's place. I walked forward until I came to the back wall, wondering where I was supposed to go now? To my left, I saw a woman exit through a complicated door and I headed that way. The door was huge and heavy, a screen of cut glass swung out as the door opened, creating a shield for the dressing rooms/bathrooms positioned directly next to the door. I smiled at a young girl who looked like the doorkeeper to me, nodding with my head that I wished to pass through. She obliged me and swung open the door, but I wasn't fast enough and the whole contraption collapsed in on us before I could get through the heavy door. I was surprised we weren't hurt. I was embarrassed and made an appeal to the doorkeeper with my eyes, could we try again? She crossed her fingers and said quietly, "I hope I hope" and tried the door again. This time I raced through when the screens slid out and struggled to squeeze myself through the surprisingly tiny aperature. I was chastising myself, "Only you could be so stupid.." I was feeling utterly forlorn after first the Ben incident, then the silly glasses mistake and NOW not being able to just walk through a door like any normal human being. I did not give myself any credit for the door being remarkably difficult to get through.
On the other side of the door, I found myself standing on a busy street. Across the way there was a large combination pet store/costume store. It must have been some costume holiday because everyone leaving the store was dressed in a colorful costume depicting a different animal. Should I get one? Nahhh.
this was not the sort of dream I was asking for
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I walk through an open countryside lit by morning sun. People are preparing to leave for the Renaan Faar. I know this because I see a huge sign announcing that today is the day for the event (in the dream it is a combination flea market/craft fair/renaissance fair). A young man and his wife are standing outside their barn, smiling at each other and admiring their recently completed handiwork that they mean to cart to the fair. I enter a building with brightly lit hallways. An older woman has all her stuff piled neatly outside her front door. I stop to chat with her, thinking to myself that if I were less selfish I'd offer her a ride to the fair. Just as I'm about to do so, another neighbor comes and tells her he's ready to go and he picks up her things and carries them away. She follows gaily, a girlish excitement making her walk springy and young.
I continue on to my own home, which appears to be the back half of the building with the bright hallways. My husband is there working on some project for a friend, they are bent over it together discussing a problem. I spend a little time sitting near them, trying on a pair of shoes that are way too big for me. I jump up, suddenly anxious to be leaving for the fair ourselves and so I run upstairs to get ready. I pull on a pair of jeans that are at least 2 sizes too big for me, what shall I do? All my other clothes are in the wash. I run back downstairs yelling to my husband that I'm ready to go. I'm anxious now, the fair has already started and I hate to miss the first portions of things like that (this corresponds to waking life as well).
My husband and his friend are still pondering over their project that is laying in pieces on the hallway floor. I can't even tell what it's supposed to be, but I'm not awfully concerned. This is MY time now, my husband and I had a plan to go to the fair this morning and that time has come. Whatever he's doing with his friend can wait. At least that's where my thoughts are going on this. It doesn't surprise me too much when my husband brushes me off and tells me we'll have to go in a little while when he's finished here. It also doesn't surprise me that this provokes me into a F U R Y.
I stare at their backs for a few moments and them stomp back upstairs yelling the whole while about "OTHER husbands and wives are already there" and "How come everyone ELSE manages to get there on time" and "FINE, we don't even have to go". I reach the top of the stairs and turn around to yell back down at my husband (who has been calmly ignoring my rants), "IN FACT, I DON'T EVEN WANT TO GO TO THE STUPID FAIR." I spin on my heel and go into the bedroom, slamming the door behind me. I recognize that there is some part of this that is true. Why do I want to go to the fair even? We didn't make anything to sell and I certainly don't need to buy anything. I sort of don't want to go, but I'm turning this whole thing into some huge martyrish event just to prove some ridiculous point. I should just go downstairs and tell my husband calmly that it makes me too nervous to go to stuff like this late, what's the point? Anything interesting that might happen or be offered will be over in the first hour, going during the last half hour seems pointless. I'm not as upset about it as I'm pretending. I sigh, he wouldn't understand that. I decide to go out running instead.
Outside, I'm running through empty Parisian streets. Everything is bathed in morning spring sunlight that reflects off the damp streets giving their surfaces a deeply enameled look. I feel light-hearted, even as a part of me recognizes that the streets are empty because everyone is at the Renaan Faar. I feel a tiny stab of hurt, but I let it go. I spend some time running on all fours as I used to do in dreams. I'm analyzing why it makes me run so much faster, it's because my hands actually pull at the ground with a strength I don't normally have. I'm pulling the rest of my body at a high speed forward while my legs catch up. Someone with a camera is trying to capture a video of me doing this, but I pass him too quickly and he misses the shot.
Eventually I come to a park like setting with stone steps ascending to a stone terrace. I stop and rest, watching a lady scientist collecting fauna samples. She's got a round glass dish filled with red army ants. It was a trap that worked remarkably well. I clumsily upset the dish and the ants go scattering, tiny jubilant escapees. The scientist isn't terribly upset, but I feel awful about it. I spy a large walking stick insect and offer to catch it for her. We spend a few moments watching it stumble slowly forward on one of the stone steps. Two steps above that, something that looks like a pile of leaves is moving slowly. I look closer and recognize that it's a leaf turtle and a particularly fine example of one! It's shell looks EXACTLY like curly lettuce leaves layered haphazardly, their delicately curled ends tinged a beautiful crimson. Together we catch the turtle in a net. Up on the terrace there are several more ant traps, one filled with tiny black ants and one filled with small winged ants that crawl over one another endlessly. I call out to the lady scientist what she's got here, but she replies that those aren't her traps. I squat next to them, peering into the little ant worlds for awhile. I stand and look around, saying aloud to no one in particular..."I think an ant trap would be much more effective if it had a coin in it. Like in real life."
I'm trying to figure out why I'm so easily enraged in my dreams lately. At least in this dream I was
able to process through it somewhat, but not to the point where I could communicate it outwardly.