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Lucid Lovers and Competitions |
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{Thu Jun 23, 2005 @ 4:54 pm} Just last night I had another dream. But this one I really liked and didn't want to end. Too bad that it did. It wasn't a dream that I was being chased or trying to get killed. Some of the things that were in it were imbarrasing, though I'm going to put down the information anyways. I mean, if random people read this, who are they to get mad at me for anything? And probably only my best friends are going to read it. Oh God!!! Even the boys are going to read it!! Oh well, perverts they are or not, I don't care at the moment. I know that my boyfriend is going to be really jealous of what happens in here, and might fume a bit. That's his problem, not mine. Now, on with the dream!!
It started out as I was wandering the hallways of my dorm. It was on the third floor of a large grey building. My roommate was Alyssa from my NHI (National Hispanic Institute) group. I took the elevator and went downstairs to walk around outside. I went back to the building and went to the bathroom. When I came out and headed to the lounge room, there were some girls talking about a person named Rebecca. Rumors had it that she was carring grannaids(spl), knives, and other kinds of weapons. People were saying that she planned to kill someone or somethings. As well as the she was going to destroy the building. The girls just shrugged it off, saying that she probably wasn't going to go through with her plan. But the voice in my head told me that she was. My gut feeling knew that she was going to do it, and I had to warn someone and do something. I ran out of the building and bumped into my family. They wanted to talk to me, but I said I had to hurry and could chat. I ran to the leaders of my competing group (people I don't know irl) and told them what I heard and about my gut feeling. As I thought, they didn't believe me. So I ran back to my dorm building. My family had already entered. The girls that were once in the lounge room weren't there now. I ran up the stairs to the first floor. No one seemed to be there, or they were asleep, or something that made the floor silent. (Now that I think about it, that Rebecca person must have killed everyone on the first floor for it to have been that quiet. The girls did mention her killing people.) I ran up to the second floor when the bombs and granaids(spl) were set off. I got hurt a bit, but not enough to make me stop running. Only a few scratches, and some bruises and a little blood. As I was running down the hallway, there were some captive animals in cages. So instead of rooms, there were caged wild animals. I was going to set all of them free, but I thought against some of them. Just from the looks in their eyes I could tell some would kill me. I hated doing it, but I left those few in their cages. I knew the poor creatures were going to die, but it was better than me getting killed. I ran to the third floor, but it was a disaster. Obviously the roof had caved in and was crumbled. Not very well built, I thought. The intire building was crumbling. I saw my family racing along the crowd to get out. As I was running to get to them, I helped some people that were trapped under some rubble. I didn't get to see the building colapse, or if any other people made it out, I just know that my family and I made it through. Also that the girls in my group made it out. (I forgot to mention that the boy and girls dorms are different buildings.) But my family whisked me away from everyone and took me home.
The scene changed and it was late at night, and my family was asleep. I didn't change out of my tattered and dirty clothes since my guess was that I was put to work. There was a soft knock at the door. When I answered it, some of the kids from my group were at the door. Behind them was something that was going to take us somewhere. It looked like the cross between a bus and a train. They wanted me to go with them. Even though I was to stay home, I knew that going with them to compete was more important. Family always has come second in things.So I snuck out of the house and boarded the bus-train. I was still wearing my worn out clothes, but I didn't care at the time. I put my elbow on the armrest of my seat and laid my chin on my hand. I stared out of the open window thinking of nothing but the recent activities. Micheal, another person I made friends with during the comptition (in the dream), rubbed his hand on my leg to comfort me. I was kind of emotional at the time, but I made no response to him.
We arrived at another college where the dance and final contest was being held. Whoever chose the time the dance would be held was pretty weird. The dance was going to be before the final contest, which didn't seem right. There wasn't a specific locker room or bathroom for boys and girls, but the boys tended to use one locker room, and the girls used another. When I heard the news about the dance, I realized I had no dress to wear. Scared that I wouldn't be able to attend, I ran to the 'boys' locker room in search for Micheal.
"Micheal!" I yelled when I found him. He had just finished changing into his outfit. "I don't have a dress to wear for the dance! What am I going to do?!" One of the girls that was also in there over heard me and offered to let me borrow an extra dress she had. I accepted. She gave me the pinkish-purple strapless dress, shoes to go with it, and a bra substitute. (Guys, don't ask about it.) I thanked her and changed into it. Right there, right infront of Micheal not caring that he watched me undress. "Where am I going to put my clothes though?" I asked him, straightening myself out.
"Here, I'll put them with my own if you'd like," he sugguested. I thanked him. He gathered up my clothes and walked out, after hugging me tightly and giving me a quick kiss. Oh great. I just realized that I forgot to ask her for underwear, I thought, mentally whacking myself. Oh well, it's not like I haven't done this before It's not such a bad dress.(Irl, I haven't done that before. But even that garment was tattered from the building inccident. Everything was.)
After the dance, my team went to the mall. For some reason, we only stayed in the summer beach department. I met up with my friends Nicole Alverado and Sandie Kelso. After talking with them for a while, we went our seperate ways: them to shop, me to find Micheal. I seemed to be very attached to him. When I found him, he was walking towards the department alone. Obviously he went out to wander and look around the mall by himself. I walked up to him and told him hi with a small hug. He smiled slightly, sadness clearly shown in his eyes. I don't know what happened at the dance, but perhaps he wasn't able to dance with me or I danced with too many other guys from his point of view. Maybe he was sad that the dance had ended. The team walked back to the locker rooms to change into clothes we'd wear while we'd compete. I had nothing to wear at all this time. Micheal had gotten rid of my shattered garments since they were beyond repairing. I walked into the boys locker room and Micheal was just adjusting his pants. He had his shirt in his hand when I came in, and so he paused.
"Micheal, I have nothing to change into for competing. Could you help me?" I asked him.
He smiled sweetly and said, "You can wear one of my outfits. It's soft and comfortable." He pulled out a tunic and britches that looked as though it came from the mideval ages, exactly like the one he was wearing. I pulled off the dress and garments I was wearing and handed them to him. He must have found a girl that had extra under garments because he had handed me them as well. I changed into the clothes. "They might be a bit large on you, but it'll do. You look great."
I smiled back at him. "Thanks, Micheal." I hugged him around the waist, rubbing my head against his bare chest. "You're the best," I said, my face gleaming up at him.
He hugged me back and replied, "You're welcome." Then he lowered his head to mine and kissed me softly on my lips.
The final contest was starting, and the rules were announced. Each team was given a certain amount of balloons. (Out of any item thinkable, it had to be balloons. ) Although, if one of them touched another, it would blow up, badly damaging or even killing the person holding the balloon. Although, like any contest, the team with the most members and balloons won. I was one of the limited few that serveyed the area for my team. My job was to look out for anything that might hurt us, make us lose balloons, or just unnatural. Overhead, I saw a black silent helicopter. People were inside trying to shoot at any random balloon. I didn't know anything about them, only that they were a danger to my team, and everyone else. With an anime style jump, I reached the helicopter and beat the people up inside: killing them or throwing them out. I didn't know how to fly the thing, so I somehow steered it to an open area that it could crash in. Realizing that if I didn't exit it soon I'd go down with it, I jumped out and landed on all fours out of harms way. Staying on all fours, I ran as much as I could to my group, then rearing to just both legs in the same run. Just as I gained on them, I saw one of our balloons float away. I gasped and ran towards it hoping that it could be saved. I followed it close to a cliff where below there was a city. The balloon was heading to a mountain, where if it crashed and blew it up the whole city would be covered in a snowy avelanche. I knew I had to do something, so jumped onto the thick string (rope) and yanked it back the other direction, back to my group. At least the city is safe, and another balloon is too, I thought. But my words were spoken too soon. I must have yanked it a bit too hard, for now it reared toward another balloon. Planting my feet firmly in the snowy ground, I pulled as hard as I could to get it to safety. It was inches from touching the other one, but luckily I saved things again and the exploding danger was gone. Worn out and tired, I handed the balloon to another person.
All of a sudden the lady that held the balloon mine was going to bump into started yelling at me. "Why didn't you just let it float away?! It would have been better for all of us, and I wouldn't have nearly gotten killed!"
I didn't say anything because I was too worn out. Tears just started to fall onto my cheeks and I walked off. Obviously someone must have talked the girl into stopping her yelling becuase I heard small whispers and her voice ceased quickly. My team reached the end and I talked for a few minutes with Sandy. We had lost quite a few balloons and a couple of people, but we did good. After that, my team leader wanted to talk to us all, so I sat by Alyssa and laid my head in her lap.
"Why aren't you over there talking to your best friend?" she asked jealously, jerking her head toward Nicole and Sandy. "You clearly don't need me."
"What are you saying? I just haven't seen them in a long while and wanted to talk to them," I explained. "You're my best friend, Alyssa." (Obviously facts have gotten a bit mixed up here, when my best friends are not these people.)
It was late at night, and Micheal and I were walking together under some trees to a gazebo. We talked about everything that had happened over the last few days. He leaned against the railing and I stood infont of him. I don't remember how it happened, but soon I was in his arms kissing him. I slung my arms around his neck. His were already around my waist and shoulders. He was squeezed me tightly and pulled me against him.
"I love you," he whispered to me against my lips. I replied that I loved him too.
Suddenly a voice yelled out, "Micheal! Get down here! We're leaving!"
"No!" Micheal yelled. "I'm not leaving her." He wrapped his arms around my waist and didn't let go.
Micheal and his father argued for a while, until he gave in and decided to leave. He let me go and sadly walked away, glancing back over his shoulder once to see if I watched him leave.
That's when I woke up. I'm sorry that the posts I make are really long, but I'm a writer and detailed lengths is what I like. Hope someone posts... and I think I may know what the meaning of this dream is. I'll post it if anyone ever asks.
 Vanilla Wolf · Tue Jul 19, 2005 @ 03:01am · 2 Comments |
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