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One crazy dream!
Jan. 23rd, 2002 09:41 amOne crazy dream…
For starters, this all took place in Drumlin Heights, the development where I used to live. It was late afternoon, late spring or early summer, and it was getting kind of cloudy. I walk over to this fountain- where it came from, I’m not sure, but it was right next to the path that went down to Sumac- and there were three girls standing there. One of them was Johanna, I don’t remember who the other two were, but I knew them too. They were dressed crazily, with outfits I can’t even begin to describe here, except that they each had a different color scheme over black, and lots of glitter and elaborate hairstyles. Then Ami Petroci, my best friend from 6th grade, came up the path, dressed like the others. They were saying that I never should have quit orchestra, or I could have been like them, so on and so forth. All of a sudden there was the noise of a Ninja being started, and we all looked towards the playground. Two young men on Ninjas were riding straight at us. The other girls ran, and I ran over towards the other circle, through the buildings. They started to chase after me, trying to run me over. It was horrible- and in my dream they had been doing this to me for years. Then I run down into this tent (the kind with the open walls of netting that you can get at Walmart) and guess who’s tent it is? Aragorn’s, of all people. From that point until the next part of the dream, I lapsed into a state of LOTR-ness, meaning I was speaking like they speak in the books and being a damsel in distress kind of person. Aragorn had to go find Arwen or something, and he left me there, with instructions to his head servant to give me whatever I wanted, because he felt bad for leaving me. I guess I fell in love with him or something and I got all weepy and sad.
On to part two…
I can’t remember the beginning, but me and Alta and Tamara were standing around, waiting for our respective boyfriends. I was some kind of secret superhero person and no one was supposed to know, although everyone was searching for my alter ego. Anyway the guys- Maurice, Johnny, and Tamara’s Hispanic boyfriend (?) came up and gave us identical rings- a bridge of pearls, set in silver. The second I touched mine I got this horrible pain and I yelled and dropped the thing. It was like it was evil or something, and my first thought was that Maurice was one of the bad guys. I looked at him with this expression on my face (don’t ask me how I know what it was, but I do) of fear, distrust, and pain. He got all upset about it, and thought I didn’t like him anymore. Meanwhile people around us noticed that I had dropped the ring. For some reason they put together that I was the superhero chick, and all these reporters came out of nowhere to talk to me. I grabbed Maurice’s hand and ran, all the way back to my house in the woods, but this one reporter just would not leave us alone, no matter how fast we ran or what we dragged him through (a stream filled with spiked fish, thorns, bushes, the whole nine yards.) Finally we got to this hill and started to climb it- it was like one of the ones from the ruins up to the Drumlins. The reporter was still behind us, but now he was all, “Wait up, I can’t climb this hill,” and stuff like that. Then Maurice turned around and said something along the lines of, “You can’t follow her. She’s got things to do that don’t concern you… go back to where you came from. Don’t get in her way while she’s saving the world,” or words to that effect. I don’t think he said ‘saving the world’ but that’s what he meant, because not I don’t think I was a superhero. That’s saying too much. I definitely wasn’t human, but I think I was more like a Dark Angel type person.
And that’s my dream. Go figure, huh?
For starters, this all took place in Drumlin Heights, the development where I used to live. It was late afternoon, late spring or early summer, and it was getting kind of cloudy. I walk over to this fountain- where it came from, I’m not sure, but it was right next to the path that went down to Sumac- and there were three girls standing there. One of them was Johanna, I don’t remember who the other two were, but I knew them too. They were dressed crazily, with outfits I can’t even begin to describe here, except that they each had a different color scheme over black, and lots of glitter and elaborate hairstyles. Then Ami Petroci, my best friend from 6th grade, came up the path, dressed like the others. They were saying that I never should have quit orchestra, or I could have been like them, so on and so forth. All of a sudden there was the noise of a Ninja being started, and we all looked towards the playground. Two young men on Ninjas were riding straight at us. The other girls ran, and I ran over towards the other circle, through the buildings. They started to chase after me, trying to run me over. It was horrible- and in my dream they had been doing this to me for years. Then I run down into this tent (the kind with the open walls of netting that you can get at Walmart) and guess who’s tent it is? Aragorn’s, of all people. From that point until the next part of the dream, I lapsed into a state of LOTR-ness, meaning I was speaking like they speak in the books and being a damsel in distress kind of person. Aragorn had to go find Arwen or something, and he left me there, with instructions to his head servant to give me whatever I wanted, because he felt bad for leaving me. I guess I fell in love with him or something and I got all weepy and sad.
On to part two…
I can’t remember the beginning, but me and Alta and Tamara were standing around, waiting for our respective boyfriends. I was some kind of secret superhero person and no one was supposed to know, although everyone was searching for my alter ego. Anyway the guys- Maurice, Johnny, and Tamara’s Hispanic boyfriend (?) came up and gave us identical rings- a bridge of pearls, set in silver. The second I touched mine I got this horrible pain and I yelled and dropped the thing. It was like it was evil or something, and my first thought was that Maurice was one of the bad guys. I looked at him with this expression on my face (don’t ask me how I know what it was, but I do) of fear, distrust, and pain. He got all upset about it, and thought I didn’t like him anymore. Meanwhile people around us noticed that I had dropped the ring. For some reason they put together that I was the superhero chick, and all these reporters came out of nowhere to talk to me. I grabbed Maurice’s hand and ran, all the way back to my house in the woods, but this one reporter just would not leave us alone, no matter how fast we ran or what we dragged him through (a stream filled with spiked fish, thorns, bushes, the whole nine yards.) Finally we got to this hill and started to climb it- it was like one of the ones from the ruins up to the Drumlins. The reporter was still behind us, but now he was all, “Wait up, I can’t climb this hill,” and stuff like that. Then Maurice turned around and said something along the lines of, “You can’t follow her. She’s got things to do that don’t concern you… go back to where you came from. Don’t get in her way while she’s saving the world,” or words to that effect. I don’t think he said ‘saving the world’ but that’s what he meant, because not I don’t think I was a superhero. That’s saying too much. I definitely wasn’t human, but I think I was more like a Dark Angel type person.
And that’s my dream. Go figure, huh?
