Dreaming Again

May. 12th, 2006 | 11:31 am

I'm just going to go ahead into what happened in the dream, if I waste any more time I might forget.


The school bell rings. I leave out the side entrance probably two minutes after, people are scrambling onto their buses and I'm walking around trying to get out. I'm thinking it's better this way because everybody leaves out the front and if I left that way I'd have to be in a crowd/WAIT IN A LINE to leave, and I'm against other people.

Turns out this way took longer, somehow, because nobody is leaving out of the front at the school. Now the dream shifts as I feel stupid.


Now I'm walking down a street with various people just sitting around (like on the curb, benches, stairs of shops, so on) and I recognize most of them, and as I continue walking it's like I'm going back in time. I'm getting younger, and so are these people looking at me. All of these people are either those I've had romantic interest in or have been in fistfights with. I recognize all of them. Their smug little smirks or disgusted looks. I keep walking.

Just as I come to a tunnel, a torrent of people just suddenly start walking against me. It's like pedestrian rush-hour or something and I'm on the wrong side of the walk. I can't see the sides anymore so I figure it'd be easier to just push-shove my way through.

Now I'm on the other end of the tunnel. She's there. She smiles at me and holds out Her hand. She says something like... "Oh my god I haven't seen you in Forever, come with me!" and I take Her hand and We soar into the air. I look down and for a brief second notice how everyone is jealous of Us, and then they disappear as We go above the clouds.

She tells me to keep her hand and I hold on tight. I never want to let go.

We fly into this hotel in the sky and as we land in a room, She tells me to let go of her hand. I don't want to. She smiles and laughs and says it's okay. I reluctantly let go. We take off our backpacks and She points to a slide. It doesn't look like a slide to me, she says it is, but it looks like a trapdoor straight to hell. She assures me it's safe, and that She's got the right keys so we shouldn't have any trouble getting where we're going. I ask her where we're going, and as She begins to speak, I wake up.

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Awake now. Mom's talking about something or other, probably about school considering I'm at home right now typing this. I don't pay attention to her at all, I'm holding onto that dream, I'm still tired and hopefully if the bad lady goes away I can go back to my heaven and see my angel again and we can fly. She fucks off and I go back to dreamworld.

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I'm back in the dream. I see Her, and I call to Her just as she slides through the trapdoor. She didn't even open it or anything. Just phased, slid, directly through it. I wanted to know what She had to say, so, so badly. Just to hear Her. I missed that chance.

She left Her shoes by the trapdoor/slide. I pick them up thinking She'd need them later, and look at the trapdoor. Her voice is in my head as I recall hHr saying "it's safe, I have the key" but where is safe and what needs a key is a guess. I look at the door again, straight at it as if I was looking down a slide.

I put a foot on the door and it's solid. I kick it a few times and nothing is happening. I take a moment to think before I'm compelled to open the door. I'm hit with a blast of heat, and I look into it. It's dark, hot, but dark. Definitely not a slide.

I jump in, and I fall. I feel like I'm falling thousands of feet a second, and when I reach out to catch myself my fingers burn down into my wrists and my feet to my ankles. I clutch myself tight, afraid, Her shoes against my chest. I finally exit the trap and I'm still falling. I look up at where I've come from and it's the hotel, but I can see that it's on a cloud as opposed to just a really tall building. On the bottom of the cloud, there is like a farewell message on it, only it says "Thanks for visiting. Burn." The last part looks as though it was spray-painted on, but I don't have the presence of mind to make anything of it.

I'm sufficiently terrified at this point and I look down expecting to see Satan & Friends, but I just then hit through the clouds I had come through earlier with Her, and now I'm coming back down to Earth, fast. Those jealous faces become my tormentors now, laughing at me.

I land safely, as I have sprouted wings. I don't have the feet walk the earth with or the hands to touch the sand, but nor have I the wings to fly with, to return up with and find out where She went. I just flutter. And I wake up.


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I still have Her shoes around my neck.

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