I don't even know how my dream began; but somehow I ended up standing next to a stranger in front of all these other strangers. I was supposed to speak with them. But even in my dream I didn't know what to say. Apparently it was some big deal, because this guy next to me gave me an introduction and said I was going to discuss whatever it was with them. And we were all outside; they were arranged on tables and bins and basically anything big and strong enough to hold a person. I recognized the place as my old school, Hatzic Elementary; but the playground was gone and the yard was flat.
Then, when the speech was over, I walked back to the car with my mother and brother, only to realize that somebody had shoved a needle into me. It looked like a plain sewing needle, and I hadn't felt it go in; nor did I feel any pain pulling it out. It might as well have been hanging off my jacket. My mother was worried anyway, and we ended up walking to the hospital because of car problems (it figures; even in my dreams it's a piece of crap). As usual, my overactive imagination had animated the hospital, and moving arrows were bouncing over the desk and the nurse and the patient, trying to reassure my doubtful dream self that it was, indeed, the hospital. (I bet the arrows came from that Gala Stories game on Facebook I've been playing for maybe just a week. My mind is crazy even when I'm unconscious.)
Well, no harm had come from the needle. I did, however, bump into my sister and my stepfather; and he was trying to convince me to go swimming. When I refused, he said, "But it's my world!" Well, my sister and I have always been able to say the same things at the same time, and in my dream there is no exception. We both looked at him and said, "It's everybody's world, dumbass." And then I woke up as I was explaining to him that I was epileptic, I couldn't go underwater; meanwhile Mom is agreeing with me and telling me to be careful...
Silly dreams. Always making me wonder what the frig is wrong with me. If I had a dollar for every crazy-ass dream, I'd be a friggin millionaire.
Then, when the speech was over, I walked back to the car with my mother and brother, only to realize that somebody had shoved a needle into me. It looked like a plain sewing needle, and I hadn't felt it go in; nor did I feel any pain pulling it out. It might as well have been hanging off my jacket. My mother was worried anyway, and we ended up walking to the hospital because of car problems (it figures; even in my dreams it's a piece of crap). As usual, my overactive imagination had animated the hospital, and moving arrows were bouncing over the desk and the nurse and the patient, trying to reassure my doubtful dream self that it was, indeed, the hospital. (I bet the arrows came from that Gala Stories game on Facebook I've been playing for maybe just a week. My mind is crazy even when I'm unconscious.)
Well, no harm had come from the needle. I did, however, bump into my sister and my stepfather; and he was trying to convince me to go swimming. When I refused, he said, "But it's my world!" Well, my sister and I have always been able to say the same things at the same time, and in my dream there is no exception. We both looked at him and said, "It's everybody's world, dumbass." And then I woke up as I was explaining to him that I was epileptic, I couldn't go underwater; meanwhile Mom is agreeing with me and telling me to be careful...
Silly dreams. Always making me wonder what the frig is wrong with me. If I had a dollar for every crazy-ass dream, I'd be a friggin millionaire.
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