Friday, March 25, 2005

Two Parties At High School

I was in high school again. I think I went to a few classes or had the intention to go but didn't remember my schedule or where I was supposed to be. So, I hung out in the gym area until I saw my friend. Maria and I hung out in the room they stored the chairs in. School was let out and again some part of me realized that I wasn't in high school and had no where to go, as opposed to all the other kids getting into their cars and walking away. This thought wasn't in my consciousness yet- only a feeling. I wandered around neighbohrood and saw Abby. She was visiting her friend's apartment and gathering items for a party she was going to throw. In the dream, she lived in the high school but eventually the neighborhoods changed to those I thought were in Denver (but my wake mind tells me that these neigborhoods don't exist). The party was huge. Many people. It started and ending quickly but got the feeling it lasted for a long time. Someone's clothes were left when she and I were cleaning up. Recognized them as one of her friends and she became worried and started to look for that person. I wandered down the road parallel to the high school and tried to drive home. I remember being in a bar at some point too- and not getting a warm welcome.

Sunday, March 20, 2005

I was working but dind't really have a job

Started off with me in a team meeting with coworkers i've never seen before. Two were flirting with each other and the supervisor grabbed obe of their chairs (with them in it) and physically moved one of the women coworkers away from a guy coworker. It immediately reminded me of how my grade school art teacher would discipline the 3rd graders in art class instead of verbal redirection. Supervisor mentioned something about not flirting. Then the other female coworker sat on my lap- all during a team meeting. After that there was some continuation of the scene in that I was driving down a parking lot, filled with snow, trying to park into a stall correctly. It was hard to do because of the snow covered the yellow lines- i was to car pool with the coworker who sat on my lap. Got the feeling that Christmas break was a few days away. I eventually got into a car to transport a kid who lived in Chicago- I picked him up and took him to his destination but realized in doing so that I had no idea where i just was or where I was going for that matter. It was as though everything was on autopilot. The kid never complained, so I figured he got to where he needed to be. It was then that I realized that I had no idea what my job was in Chicago and couldn't think of one day of work that I'd had at this job. I then began to question if I even had a job in Chicago (which, of course, I don't). It was a strange feeling. Reminded me of that spooky reality-slam that happens often in movies----like in "The Others", if one were to have asked the mom in that movie "when was the last time you left this property" and the question of reality that would come with that.

Anyway, strange dream only because I'm sick. Oh, and at some point in that dream, someone told me that I am sick because of spores terrorists are using to give Americans the flu.

Saturday, March 05, 2005

Past Meets Present Meets Weird

I was in Northpark Mall, near the end of the corridor nobody ever goes down and was with girl. Had letters in hand and some were important. At the end nobody ever goes, where there is supposed to be a Dillards, now, I believe, there was a rudimentary foodcourt- or something. It looked more like an airplane hanger. I sat down and placed the letters someplace. Then walked someplace else and came back to see my letters were gone. I was upset about the letters but began to hook up with the girl nevertheless. Lots of commotion around, lots of people. Dark place, like a hanger.

Next thing I know I'm in my backyard shooting off bottle rockets into the air and watching them fly high, explode and then watched as the stick fell and stuck itself into the ground. I remember watching my older brother do this as a kid- could have been a memory. After a few of these, I went inside to my house through the backdoor and suddenly entered an airport bar. I began to look for that girl again.