One dream started somewhere else... somewhere like a basketball game or something along that line. I was sitting in the bleachers (think HS bb bleachers in a gym), and Ryan was to my right, a guy I knew from HS to my left. I haven't seen this guy in awhile, but I just know I know him from HS. So, we are talking about so and so and then another so and so. The classic "where are they now" files. I will turn to Ryan to tell him how I knew a certain person or the likes.
The odd part here is that I don't think we are watching a game. We are at the highest point of the bleachers. There are very few people directly in front of us, in fact, there may only be one person in our direct line of view. To the front left of us, there are some families and students down closer to the bottom. I notice that nobody is to our right. Nobody, and yet, we are positioned about the middle of the overall bleachers.
Ok, another odd part, Ryan isn't Ryan sometimes. I turn to tell him about so and so, and low and behold, it's Erich! Erich says he remembers the name, but didn't know the person. So, somehow Erich and Ryan are equals in my mind. Either way, I don't seem confused about this fact in the dream.
I am turned to the guy on my left and telling him that I knew somebody or another and I feel a whoosh of air under me. I look down immediately to find the bleachers are all folded in and I am about to fall to the ground about 10 or more feet! I scream to Erich to hang on, to get a grip of something and away we go. Falling, my heels scraping against the bleachers, slowing me down. I try to flip my body to face the bleachers so I can climb down, and in doing so, I notice that Erich is already climbing down. He is above me by a small margin, but still being cautious to climb down. I feel a sudden jolt as my hands grasp a seat of the bleachers and my body weight pulls on my arms.
I begin climbing down, but I am outraged at the carelessness of the people out there. That they didn't warn us about the bleachers collapsing so fast. I start screaming at the top of my lungs, "Asshole!" "Asshole!" I am outraged so much that I can't seem to let go of the bleacher to lower myself to the ground. I am almost there, but I just scream and scream.
I begin walking once my feet finally hit the ground. I am ready to get the hell out of there. I am still screaming "Asshole!" I am using every ounce of effort in my body to project my voice for everyone to hear me. I am so pissed off, I can't stop. I just scream and scream. I am almost out of the gym when I hear someone saying something inbetween my screams. A male voice saying that they will get me. Or something like that.
They are mad that I am voicing my opinion. They start chasing after me. I leave Erich behind as I start running. I recall at this point that I am wearing my Troupe jacket. So bright, so purple. I start tearing it off as I'm running, figuring I will be less of a target if I ditch it.
Rounding a corner, I know that I have gained some serious ground from them. I turn into a bathroom. It is quite large; about five regular stalls, one huge one. I run into the fourth stall. I jump up onto the toilet seat and try to halt my breathing so it isn't audible any longer. My lungs burn, my heart races, I hear the male voices nearing the bathroom. The room echoes, and feels so cold and blue. I look up to see that the stall door is swung completely open. I try to quietly close it a bit as I stand on the seat. I feel my heart pounding in my ears, my breathing seems to grow louder, gasp, gasp, I'm subduing an all out pant.
The stall door swings open!
A man is standing there, telling me that I better come with him. He grabs at my arm, and I try to resist. I'm trapped now. I don't have a place to escape to, so I try to fight him. He throws me to the ground and arrests me. I am still pissed off, so I start kicking and rolling on the cold, hard ground. I struggle until I realize that I've woken myself up and I need to get out of the nightmare.
Second nightmare:
at this point, I can't think of anything, no single part of the dream. I
will wait to write it until I can. I am thinking about too many other
things right now. I will let my brain calm down and then I'll come
back.
Carisa
Happy idea for today:
snuggling up to a warm kitty
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