This is a dream I had during my senior year of high school. I never actually finished writing it down immediately after I had the dream, and I picked up writing on it over the course of two years(!), finishing it today.
I have replaced names to respect privacy.
Please forgive the extreme wordiness of the writing in addition to its derpiness; it was written very much as a stream of consciousness.
So I had this really weird dream last night. I can’t remember how it started, but then again, you can never remember how a dream starts. But the first thing I remember from this dream was that I was in some weird classroom with no tables and chairs. It made me think of DerpSchool’s library, except the walls were this warm white/light yellow and there were no tables, only chairs. I remember sitting next to Joe and flirting heavily with him. We talked with each other during class (we were being lectured to or something weird but we weren’t paying attention, nor did we care that we weren’t paying attention). I remember being really cold … my hands especially. I voiced this and Joe was like, “Let me feel your hands,” or something. He took my hands—his hands were so warm and cozy, and he was like, “Wow, they really are cold.” So he held my hands in his to warm mine, and after a minute or so I leaned into his body (not his side), so that he was kind of like a cushion for my back and side. I rested my head against his shoulder and we both kind of sat there like that for the rest of class. And of course we were both smiling—not in that overjoyed way, but in that caring, relaxed way, like the way you would smile at something you thought was cute. Just a small smile—that makes you feel happy and warm, without being super obvious to everyone around you.
It wasn’t long until the “class” (or whatever the hell it was) was over. Everyone got up and put away their chairs and left the room/library. I was one of the last out of the room.
Then the dream shifted. I was back in the library at DerpSchool but the back part of the library, where the long tables with chairs are was replaced by two or three rows of desks with computers—kind of like a computer lab. It was still the library—the bookcases were still there, just instead of those annoying tables there were rows of desks with large fancy Mac desktops on them. Also, the far wall of that area (where there is usually a stage and a room behind it) was covered with glass, very similar to the way the long walls are (like the one overlooking the hill/rest of campus). Maybe 10 or 15 (or maybe 20?) people were in this area, either sitting in front of other computers or sitting in chairs that were on the side of the area (the chairs were those large comfy chairs like in the student center).
I saw this guy who’s in my drama class with blond hair—he’s a junior—and I forget his name (embarrassingly. I mean… seriously. It’s only been half a school year. How come I don’t know his name yet? (reading this in February 2013; I’m pretty sure the guy’s name is Bob)) Anyway, I saw that he was watching a video about a completely customizable interface for World of Warcraft (supposedly it was a new feature in an update or something). I was interested, so I walked up behind him and crouched so that my head was at his head level. Of course he noticed that I was behind him, watching what he was watching, and he asked me if I played World of Warcraft. I told him, yes, I used to, but I stopped junior year so I could focus on school. He said, yeah, he had just stopped for junior year as well, and we started talking about the game. I remember mentioning playing on a private server, and we talked about how much we enjoyed the game and stuff like that.
Then he left, and I sat in a nearby chair and just kind of chilled out for a while. After some time a number of people started to look out of the window, pointing at something and talking amongst themselves. I looked outside and saw that the skeleton of what appeared to be a pterodactyl (with a head/skull very much like the Pokemon Kabuto/Kabutops) was floating right outside the window, staring at us. I was startled and a little bit scared because I thought it looked hostile and dangerous, but my peers in the library assured me that it wouldn’t harm us—it never had and it never will. I learned that this creature supposedly had always lived under the library at DerpSchool, and it was only every once in a while that it showed itself to the public. It never did much anything aside from coming out to provide cheap thrills—frighten middle-schoolers and easily-startled wimps like me. People in the room started to talk to the pterodactyl skeleton and taunt it, and in response it started to bang against the window, as if to break in and attack us. It was like the creature understood us perfectly! The weird thing, though, was that as it banged and pressed against the glass, no sound was made. The glass wobbled slightly as it would if something was to hit it, but no sound was heard. People in the room started to laugh and continued to taunt the pterodactyl, and the creature started floating around more urgently, as if becoming more irritated. Finally, students in the room lost interest in the creature and it returned to its unseeable cave underneath the library.
The dream shifted again, and now I was behind the library (the long side with the hill) except the place was a courtyard. There were columns along the library, and another building with columns was on the far side of the courtyard (where Mr. MathTeacher’s class is). I was walking slowly in that direction with Joe and we were talking to each other about something… I can’t remember what. But I remember feeling warm (as in the emotion, not the feeling from heat).
As we were walking, I heard the feint sound of a girl yelling. The sound got louder, as if whoever was yelling was coming closer to us. I turned around (toward the fountain) and saw Sally, Joe’s ex-girlfriend, running towards us.
—I’m continuing this almost a year after the original dream. Today is 12/22/11 and I currently sit on a plane flying to Hawaii—
I can’t remember if she was angry or sad… it was one or the other. I think she was most likely distressed, because I think I remember her crying. Anyway, she was yelling at Joe, asking him to stop and wait. Joe turned to me quickly and muttered something like, “Go, she probably doesn’t want to see you. I’ll meet up with you after I’m done with whatever Sally wants.” I could tell in his voice that he did not want to deal with Sally and he saw her interruption as unwanted and a bit irritating.
More stuff happened but I can’t remember what it was.
I believe after that scene, the dream shifted once again. I was outside the DerpSchool library, but on the opposite side, where the courtyard currently is. Except there wasn’t a courtyard there; instead the road that goes up the hill through the school came to a turnaround there. It was on a higher level of terrain than the library was, so there were steps from the area outside the library up to the sidewalk alongside the road. I was waiting in this area for someone to pick me up. I can’t remember who I was waiting for, but I remember Tom offering to drive me, and maybe Fred and his friends (in a different car) offered to drive me as well. I can’t remember if I even got in a car with anyone. But after that scene (which lasted a lot longer than I described), the dream transitioned once again.
This time I was being taken home on a weird house-car or something. And I don’t mean like an RV; I mean like a house on wheels. It was kind of reminiscent of a small ship or something. I was sitting in the courtyard, which was at the front of the house-car structure, overlooking the valley. Some lady was driving me home and I remember we got lost—someone was told to take a certain road because it was supposedly faster… or no! I think we saw the freeway from somewhere near DerpSchool (since it’s quite hilly) and saw that the freeway was absolutely full and hardly moving. So we took this windy road that went through the woods (still in the mountains) and we got lost. Of course there was a lot of discussion surrounding how to get home and why things weren’t working out or whatever, and eventually we just stopped. I can’t remember if we ran out of gas or something—we must’ve—because next thing I know, we’re getting off the house-car-boat-thing and venturing into the forest, looking for who knows what… other people or something who could help us get home.
And then the dream turned into a kind of Indiana Jones adventure. The forest became misty and dark… it wasn’t menacing or creepy (well maybe a little), it was just barren. Not physically (it’s a forest… duh) but the place just felt so empty. No life, aside from the trees and stuff.
—continuing this in February 2013—
After I walked in the forest for a while (which wasn’t all that long to begin with), I noticed the ground started getting a little sandy. The forest came to a stop, and now I was looking at a very foggy, misty beach. I think I backtracked into the forest to figure out what else was around, and I remember finding a weird wooden stage at the very edge of the forest next to the beach.
I don’t really remember any specific details concerning what else happened. I do know that nothing significant happened, and that this setting was the last setting in the dream. The dream ended not long after I found the stage by the beach.