I was going to the university, walking through a park first, then a sort of subterranean tunnel; with concrete doors no windows. It ended up in the centre of the university, crowded with people.
I went to my class, this was my first day. There in the classroom I saw my [real life] teacher of math, physics and business economics. He started the lesson by asking me all sorts of questions regarding my current position in the education system, whether I had arranged everything. The subject of the class remained a mystery to me; at one point we had the slightest of arguments, which theme I have forgotten. Later everyone was fetching their topography books, which; to my horror; I didn't have in my bag.
The teacher already figured and said I should sign some arrangement so I could get the appropriate book. Before I could worry about what that was all about, he came bringing the book to me.
Class was over soon, and we had a little social talk, no longer than 7 sentences. Then I went walking back, through the central square of the uni and again through the concrete tunnel. When I arrived in the park I saw three incredibly handsome guys, with blond hair and plucked eyebrows [which I really don't like?] who were all holding ice creams. Within a few seconds of checking them out two had vanished and just this one guy left. "Hey, you like ice-cream?" he said, which made me go like yes! "I['d] like a lot more than ice-cream..." I said, which made him light up. "What you like then?" he replied, to which I said: "I'll show you in a bit." The lamest thing if you'd ask me, but we were both into each other I guess; so we went to take a stroll through the park. We were very romantic and kisses were all over the place. His butt had had some hypnotic effect on my hand which kept crawling down to his jeans. When we were standing still, cuddling, it started raining.
I noticed people running away from the park, to the buildings surrounding it for shelter. There was blood flying and screaming. To my fright I concluded that it was raining not just water, but also pencil sized glass shards - piercing the vulnerable flesh with no trouble at all. I figured I'd be dead by the time I; no; we would have made it to the bank, which seemed like a good place to shelter.
That's when I resetted the dream. I always stop the storyline of a dream when I'm about to die or when things become too unpleasant or frightening. Next thing I was this little boy running through the same rain with all those other poor souls. Meanwhile I had come up with what seemed like a logic physical explanation for this deadly phenomena; since all matter is made up from Hydrogen - the lightest material we know at present - it could be that a yet unexplainable nuclear fusion created a form of glass high in the sky. Once I had reached the nearest building; completely in one piece while all other people were on the ground bleeding to death, all facing the direction they were running in - away from the park and towards whatever building was closest to them; a very dark creepy [of course] voice coming out of nowhere, yet from behind me, said something about the fate of the world resting upon me. It also said "KILL HIM" which didn't seem to make much sense at that moment.
I went to my class, this was my first day. There in the classroom I saw my [real life] teacher of math, physics and business economics. He started the lesson by asking me all sorts of questions regarding my current position in the education system, whether I had arranged everything. The subject of the class remained a mystery to me; at one point we had the slightest of arguments, which theme I have forgotten. Later everyone was fetching their topography books, which; to my horror; I didn't have in my bag.
The teacher already figured and said I should sign some arrangement so I could get the appropriate book. Before I could worry about what that was all about, he came bringing the book to me.
Class was over soon, and we had a little social talk, no longer than 7 sentences. Then I went walking back, through the central square of the uni and again through the concrete tunnel. When I arrived in the park I saw three incredibly handsome guys, with blond hair and plucked eyebrows [which I really don't like?] who were all holding ice creams. Within a few seconds of checking them out two had vanished and just this one guy left. "Hey, you like ice-cream?" he said, which made me go like yes! "I['d] like a lot more than ice-cream..." I said, which made him light up. "What you like then?" he replied, to which I said: "I'll show you in a bit." The lamest thing if you'd ask me, but we were both into each other I guess; so we went to take a stroll through the park. We were very romantic and kisses were all over the place. His butt had had some hypnotic effect on my hand which kept crawling down to his jeans. When we were standing still, cuddling, it started raining.
I noticed people running away from the park, to the buildings surrounding it for shelter. There was blood flying and screaming. To my fright I concluded that it was raining not just water, but also pencil sized glass shards - piercing the vulnerable flesh with no trouble at all. I figured I'd be dead by the time I; no; we would have made it to the bank, which seemed like a good place to shelter.
That's when I resetted the dream. I always stop the storyline of a dream when I'm about to die or when things become too unpleasant or frightening. Next thing I was this little boy running through the same rain with all those other poor souls. Meanwhile I had come up with what seemed like a logic physical explanation for this deadly phenomena; since all matter is made up from Hydrogen - the lightest material we know at present - it could be that a yet unexplainable nuclear fusion created a form of glass high in the sky. Once I had reached the nearest building; completely in one piece while all other people were on the ground bleeding to death, all facing the direction they were running in - away from the park and towards whatever building was closest to them; a very dark creepy [of course] voice coming out of nowhere, yet from behind me, said something about the fate of the world resting upon me. It also said "KILL HIM" which didn't seem to make much sense at that moment.
Then I went into bird's eye view, or third person view where I saw this little boy which represented me, standing in front of a movie poster. The movie title I have forgotten, but it could easily be something like "hell drops" or "shards from the sky." In the center of the poster was this battered little boy standing emotionless, probably symbolizing the boy which represented me. Around him was a bleeding red sky with sharp rain falling down and black shapes on the floor. Which I soon made into dead bodies.
- THE END -
I've been volunteering at the first hut-building-days in my hometown, which completely exhausted me, unable to do anything much at home. I've been wanting to do several posts, but I just couldn't get myself to do it, one philosophy post on emancipation of women which has been burning inside me for a while. Oh well, you'll get it all, in time. Bye now.
3 comments:
It seems like you're scared of
something and it's coming out in
the form of school.
And for the second part....I think
you like ice cream and that guy.
Really, I don't know. I'm just
guessing here.
Glad you're alright though.
HUGS!!!!!!
The dream world and discussion of dreams and their interpretations is an important aspect of Indigenous American culture.
Your dream represented severe obstacles to things that both you the adult and your inner child desire.
Rain can be a harsh cleanser at times, usually in the form of excessive flooding. But in the dream world where there are no rules, the harsh but cleansing and nourishing rain for you included blood and shards of glass, which destroyed obstacles around you, but did not harm you.
Your ability to control your dreams, and in this case, being able to bail out of it, is a sign of strong willpower and the ability to succeed in spite of symbolic and real-life obstacles.
Wow that was a weird dream....... Gotta mean something though.
Indioheathen has the right idea.
Onanite
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