Post by Hallie on Nov 1, 2005 13:03:37 GMT -5
This dream that I had last night was just...strange. I don't know how else to describe it. There are many bits and pieces that I don't remember, and a whole lot of detail that I don't think I can convey... but I'll give it my best.
It started out with me in jail. The dorm still has the aseptic white walls and the bright blue trim with gray accents. The tables were the steel octagons bolted to the floor with the 4 round steel stools surrounding them, also bolted to the floor... and the cells still had the sliding blue doors with the tray holes for lock down. The phones were still in their places on the walls, two at each end of the dorm. I remember talking to one of my dorm mates about something... but don't remember the topic. I went to bed, and when I woke again, the dorm had transformed into something else. The colors were warm golds and deep reds. Corduroy and velvet fabrics and pillows were on luxurious couches, the building was completely co-ed when it had once been segregated. None of my jail mates were there anymore, but people that I knew from high school were everywhere... but grown to what they should look like today. There were no doors, and if there were, none of them were closed.
The part that I remember the most out of the whole dream is going into this one room with soft golden walls and drapes hanging everywhere. A few of my friends were in there, and the girls left, walking past me to go out the way I came in. I knew the man's name, and called him by it, wondering why his head was in his hands, and why he might be crying. He said "David" died, and pointed across the room. When I turned, there was a closed casket there, and pictures of a boy I knew very little of in high school. I had seen him around and said "hi" in the halls passing, but we weren't close friends... but I started tearing up and felt a sense of loss for him. I knelt before the coffin for a moment before turning back around looking at Richie... the guy that was crying. He was now sitting in a brown leather overstuffed armchair, you know, the kind you might find in a lawyer's office... the really expensive kind... and he was upside down. There was a matching ottoman pressed to the edge of the chair, so he was rather comfortable looking. His back was on the ottoman and seat, and his legs were resting on the chair's back with his feet propped along the wall behind the chair. We were both wearing what looked like school uniforms... burgundy blazers and khaki slacks with white shirts... but I was wearing a dark navy blue pleated skirt. I sat on the arm of the chair and we talked for a long time. To be honest, I started having sexual feelings for him, which really freaked me out because we were still in the room with a coffin that supposedly held our dead classmate...
Well, we didn't do anything... and that's all I really remember. I don't think it was a nightmare, because I wasn't scared or anything... no anxiety over it... But its confusing as hell. If ya wanna give it go at analyzing, feel free.
It started out with me in jail. The dorm still has the aseptic white walls and the bright blue trim with gray accents. The tables were the steel octagons bolted to the floor with the 4 round steel stools surrounding them, also bolted to the floor... and the cells still had the sliding blue doors with the tray holes for lock down. The phones were still in their places on the walls, two at each end of the dorm. I remember talking to one of my dorm mates about something... but don't remember the topic. I went to bed, and when I woke again, the dorm had transformed into something else. The colors were warm golds and deep reds. Corduroy and velvet fabrics and pillows were on luxurious couches, the building was completely co-ed when it had once been segregated. None of my jail mates were there anymore, but people that I knew from high school were everywhere... but grown to what they should look like today. There were no doors, and if there were, none of them were closed.
The part that I remember the most out of the whole dream is going into this one room with soft golden walls and drapes hanging everywhere. A few of my friends were in there, and the girls left, walking past me to go out the way I came in. I knew the man's name, and called him by it, wondering why his head was in his hands, and why he might be crying. He said "David" died, and pointed across the room. When I turned, there was a closed casket there, and pictures of a boy I knew very little of in high school. I had seen him around and said "hi" in the halls passing, but we weren't close friends... but I started tearing up and felt a sense of loss for him. I knelt before the coffin for a moment before turning back around looking at Richie... the guy that was crying. He was now sitting in a brown leather overstuffed armchair, you know, the kind you might find in a lawyer's office... the really expensive kind... and he was upside down. There was a matching ottoman pressed to the edge of the chair, so he was rather comfortable looking. His back was on the ottoman and seat, and his legs were resting on the chair's back with his feet propped along the wall behind the chair. We were both wearing what looked like school uniforms... burgundy blazers and khaki slacks with white shirts... but I was wearing a dark navy blue pleated skirt. I sat on the arm of the chair and we talked for a long time. To be honest, I started having sexual feelings for him, which really freaked me out because we were still in the room with a coffin that supposedly held our dead classmate...
Well, we didn't do anything... and that's all I really remember. I don't think it was a nightmare, because I wasn't scared or anything... no anxiety over it... But its confusing as hell. If ya wanna give it go at analyzing, feel free.
