I recall being sent to a
sanitarium/
school of sorts that reminded me of my old
middle school,
Grey MS, (As in Robert Grey -- What? No write-up?) for some
reason or another, I
figure it was because I was
crazy at the time. I hadn't been a
good boy. While at this
place, I recall being frequently
followed and
duped by my aparent antagonist, the
principal, who was
intent upon my
suffering. I recall asking him many times to
let me leave, and each time he screamed his disagreement at
me.
While at the school, I remember scoring a
vial of
LSD for resale and discussing
drug politics with my friend, Matt. The main activity I
engaged in while there was running up and down the many
stairwells that encompassed the
facility. It should also be noted that somewhere along the way, I met my campanion for this dream, who appeared to be a
ranger of some sorts. That is, he was a forest-going
fellow, always clad in a green
cloak and
hood, with a gold
broach. He was always silent. I could not see his
face.
Eventually, it came time for me to leave this place, given the many
encounters I was having with the
principal (sounds almost like farris bewler's day off, heh). Anyways, we had gotten into an argument and I knocked the
principal down on his ass. He looked up at me
venomously from the ground, and I said, "May I leave?", he barked his reply, "No!" his mouth frothing with rage...I could see it in his eyes. Well, about three paces from me was my
backpack, which I gander must have represented the token of my escape, because I
grabbed it and took off, I think the
principal attempted to
pursue, but to no avail.
Soon, I was
clear of the
premises, and into a lush, green
forest. My
ranger companion was with me. All I knew was that I needed to head
south and I would be
safe. That and that I needed to move
quickly, for the
principal/
antagonist was not far
behind. I recall looking up through the tree cover to the sky, looking to the sun, and thinking "Rises in the east, sets in the west". From this I garnered an idea of which way
south was, and proceeded appropriatly. After some time of travelling through the
forest, I came upon a log cabin with an old
ford truck parked along the side. I remember the joy I felt when I saw it, thinking "Finally, I way away from the
principal!". In this situation, I think the antagonist represented a number of
fears and general
worries that pursue me, because I was VERY eager to escape him. So anyways, I run up on the
cabin and, before I even make it to the door, a
Native American teenager throws open the door. I plead with him, "Please, you must let me use your truck to get away!" and he replies, "No, no...Too drunk, too drunk" I remember the way he waved his arms suggestively, stating that he couldn't. I then said, "Don't worry, I'll drive!" because I was only slightly drunk, it seemed. He agreed to this and we all departed towards the truck. When I hopped in the driver's seat, I remember looking over and seeing my
ranger companion watching me, as though he wanted to be the one
driving. So before long, we tear out of the Indian's cabin and are speeding down very hilly forest roads. Let me tell you, this truck handled shitty! But then again, thats how
everything is in dreams.
Before long, we reached safety and the
truck, the
indian and my
ranger companion were gone, leaving me in another log cabin type
general store sort of place, biding my
time. I remember waiting there, I knew the
principal was coming. I knew he knew where I was. And before long, he came. The door blasted open with his fury alone and the room was swept with wind. I recall the rage and anger in his eyes as he tried to take me back to that
place, but I wouldn't go. And strangely, before long he wasn't the principal before, but a
man I know from
real life, named Gary (who we often call
Uncle Gary, because he's my best friend's uncle). Well, ol Uncle Gary was drunk, and he was shouting vehemently at me, all sorts of things to erode my self-confidence and take me back to the pit of depravity and self-loathing that the
school represented, I guess. At this point, things start to shady, I recall standing up to him, and saying all sorts of things like "You don't scare me anymore" and the like. Well at that point, all the madness of the dream sort of melted away and I was left with a sober realization that the antagonist represented some
fear I was to
overcome.
I woke up and went to the
bathroom.