Dream Log: May 31, 2000
Wed May 31 2000 at 14:43:53
Traveling through the
, possibly by sled. There was another
I was terrified
it would get mine
. I tried to figure out a
I wasn't allowed to talk to
but I tapped on the window and she looked up smiling. She was
of course but beautiful. Her baby was a little brown boy and threw his
were open and he knew what he was looking at.
I was describing things right; it was second nature. I was blessed by many kinds of love.
What size is that?
I asked in wonder, looking at the
he held. It was massive. Before he could check the tag the woman behind me yelled "
Loud! I'm black and I'm proud!
" I was jealous.
Lying on my back in the grass
in a circle with a bunch of
was to my left and laughing, having a wonderful time. We all shifted to the right and bumped into each other and laughed. Someone started a
game and I ducked out, but not before throwing a sheet over
's head. I ran; I knew he would chase me. I hid in
my parents' house
, which was dark - I knew his eyes would take a minute to readjust when he came in, so I didn't really have to hide, just wait in the shadows. While I waited I went through the checks I needed to deposit. They were all on neon paper.
walked by and wanted to talk about something that embarassed me. I waved her away.
. A huge chamber I wasn't supposed to see, with a
in the middle, extending up to where I couldn't see it anymore, hundreds of feet high. It had to do with some foul ritual, and I was repulsed.
my big sister
had gotten older.
I like it!
Wed May 31 2000 at 16:33:12
I was headed to an assembly at my
, but the halls were confusingly rearranged. I came near familiar faces, such as the immortal Fr. Hagan, but before I could
ask for directions
, I slipped on
freshly waxed tiles
. Eventually I gained entrance to a high walkway above the
nasium where people were filing in. I realized that they had already sealed the doors below, so this was my
of getting down there. The way down was blocked with a sloping wall of
cables. In front of me, a
in a black
(I don't know her, but she looked like my mental picture of
) vaulted the wires with ease and dropped down. I hesitantly stepped up onto the wires, but as soon as I touched with both my feet and my hands, I received a tingling
. The least
way would be to
down the wires and reach the bottom as quickly as possible.
My family was caught in our
s' yard when a
began. We held on for our lives, grabbing hold of
and anything else at hand, as
began to spiral down from the clouds. Some looked real; others were just little
of cloud detached from the sky above. Someone wanted to go into the house, but I shouted that it would be too dangerous if they didn't make it to the
. I managed to hold on to some thick
s, and so remained
even as my feet kicked up into the air--but my
went flying. They soon fell to earth in the yard (ala
's Tornado spell), and rolled around groaning. The
tornado warning sirens
, useless because everyone could see the
s for themselves, played
A Night on Bald Mountain
. Afraid of the next wave, I looked up at the
black clouds, but thankfully they swept beyond our house, and it was over. Nathan Tower (someone from my
class) came up the street, riding a
so rusty and old it was about to fall apart. I asked him how many had hit his house. His first reply was
, but when he realized I was talking about tornadoes, he said, "Oh, only
the last day of school
. I had to teach a
class that was holed up in an outdoor
. I feebly argued the idea of
, and while the students were attentive, I couldn't stay in place on the slippery grass of the hill. I even ended up in the bunker behind ours at one point. When the bell rang I was relieved, until I saw the
Morality teacher nodding gravely at me. I hurried to another bunker for a Chinese class party, but ended up making my teacher's
roll on the floor with laughter
by mixing up Chinese units of
with units of
. Next I went to
class, where at least a hundred people were crammed into a classroom built for 30. I was worried I was in the wrong place.
I like it!
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