Sorry for the lack of updates,
I've been busy this year. But first I wanted to share with you my dream:
It was the new school year, and we were milling about the old concrete campus, meeting friends and waiting for our schedules. I found a group of my friends in what looked like an abandonned concrete house, and we got some blankets and sat down to chat. There was this girl there, who I vaguely recognized. She saw me and came up to me, smiling once, then I remembered: She was the girl from my dreams. I've had recurring dreams about her on and off all my life. She was here. I asked her if she remembered something, and she said yes. Then she kissed me on the cheek.
We sat there together as we waited, until it was time to go. Packing up the blankets, I asked her, "Will we meet again?" She replied yes.
The scene started panning out until we saw the school. It's main buildings, a mess of concrete and steel, formed an intricate maze of classrooms, walkways, and dead ends. I've been here before. My gaze shifted over the parking lot towards the new building, a bastion of cleanliness and science. The students down below seemed like ants crawling over rubble.
Later in the dream, I was in a mall. I was chained to a door, and my suitcase was in front of me. I was waiting for someone. The girl? Strangers surrounded me. My suitcase was stolen, and they started rummaging through it. I screamed for them to stop, then screamed for police, help, anyone! But no passerby would listen.
We (my friends, a teacher or two, and I) followed the thief to the northern woods (why is the wilderness always "northern"? Damn Romans), where we searched until shool was to begin. Then, we heard a shrill cry, and realized: The man committed suicide. We couldn't leave his body to the woods, so we started searching. Eventually, I found it, hanging from a tree. I brought it in, and they accepted it. We could start back.
An old professor (Dumbledore?) spoke to us, though he wasn't there. He said that we need to get to school before something bad happens. At least, that was the tone of his voice. We gathered our posessions and mounted our horses. I worried if the girl would be ok...
It was the new school year, and we were milling about the old concrete campus, meeting friends and waiting for our schedules. I found a group of my friends in what looked like an abandonned concrete house, and we got some blankets and sat down to chat. There was this girl there, who I vaguely recognized. She saw me and came up to me, smiling once, then I remembered: She was the girl from my dreams. I've had recurring dreams about her on and off all my life. She was here. I asked her if she remembered something, and she said yes. Then she kissed me on the cheek.
We sat there together as we waited, until it was time to go. Packing up the blankets, I asked her, "Will we meet again?" She replied yes.
The scene started panning out until we saw the school. It's main buildings, a mess of concrete and steel, formed an intricate maze of classrooms, walkways, and dead ends. I've been here before. My gaze shifted over the parking lot towards the new building, a bastion of cleanliness and science. The students down below seemed like ants crawling over rubble.
Later in the dream, I was in a mall. I was chained to a door, and my suitcase was in front of me. I was waiting for someone. The girl? Strangers surrounded me. My suitcase was stolen, and they started rummaging through it. I screamed for them to stop, then screamed for police, help, anyone! But no passerby would listen.
We (my friends, a teacher or two, and I) followed the thief to the northern woods (why is the wilderness always "northern"? Damn Romans), where we searched until shool was to begin. Then, we heard a shrill cry, and realized: The man committed suicide. We couldn't leave his body to the woods, so we started searching. Eventually, I found it, hanging from a tree. I brought it in, and they accepted it. We could start back.
An old professor (Dumbledore?) spoke to us, though he wasn't there. He said that we need to get to school before something bad happens. At least, that was the tone of his voice. We gathered our posessions and mounted our horses. I worried if the girl would be ok...
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