This dream is significant to me because I so rareley dream and because it was... really really strange and honestly, kind of scary. (You had to be there.)
Oddly enough, even when I was in the dream, and kinda knew it was a dream, I still didn't REALLY


This dream I had... (7-4-06)

I'm in a classroom. Theres no windows (Like Mrs. Yager's room) and everyone is working on laptops. I type 3 or 4 blurbs about some things (I think I remember one being the Kenedey Assassination) and then when I look up, everyone but the teacher is out of the room, and the room itself looks as if it has seen many many battles over the years (with swords and such) and the only attempt to clean it up was in dragging the fallen corpses out of it.

I ask the teacher (Mrs. Mader) 'Can I leave?' and she says no. I look back down to my computer. There was a response to my blurbs. (Really, this IS what I remember, honest.)
'Great stuff! Keep writing my term paper. My professor looked at it (I'm in Spanish) Thanks!'
Then I ask Mrs. Mader '*When* can I leave?' And she answers 'In two years.' At that point I left the room. (I THINK I remember seeing her smiling in my dream when I said that I was leaving and moved.)

When I went in the hall, there was a knot of 6 or 7 kids in the hall. In the dream, I thought it must have been between classes, (But after waking up, I realized that this was not the case.) When I walked past, apparently everyone knew what was happening with me or whatever, and they asked where I was going I responded 'I'm going to the principal's office, even though I know its a really stupid idea.' They disagreed. 'But first,' I continued 'I need a hug...' (At this point the soon to be hugged realized who they were and smiled out of the shear stupidity and childishness of the thing.) '... from Claudia.'

And so I had a nice hug. Nor really much of an emotional hug, and there was nothing of what (some) people who looked at my drawing of a hug said was correcting of a teen hug, and even in the dream I think I realized that it was odd that anyone would give me a hug when I was in one of my schizophrenic (as in, for example "Oh my god that doctor's visit was terrifying he talked about anti-depressants and focus meds) moods.

So after the nice hug, when I continued to walk down the hall to the principals (going the wrong way, as I remember, before correcting myself.) Zack D asks 'What about that language thing?' and I say 'Doesn't matter.'

Then, just when I walk into the principal's office, I realize, the only crime they'll ever hold me for is breaking out, again and again and again.




And then,
I
woke up...

And wrote this dream down (abbreviated) on my note pad so it was fresh. Less than an hour later, I started to write it here... Hope you liked it. Its been the big thing of my morning.



Short story by Andy
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Written on 2006-04-07 at 16:10

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Lucas
Ah yeah. I rememeber you told me this a while back. Damn that Mrs. Mader...so...weirrrrd...
Very good analysis of possibly the most nonsensical dream ever.
2006-05-04



When I first read this I was astounded. But I didn't exactly know how to respond to it. I find that dreams are very intriguing and most of the time the most value of meaning is for the dreamer themselves.
If I had the gift of interpreting dreams I would speak out its mysteries.
But I will say this though - I find it a good thing that you are able to record and immortalise your dreams in words. Most of the time I could barely even remember mine.
2006-04-15


Lourdes
Dreams can be sticky. Some leave their imprint forever. Your descriptions are so good. The way you tell the story reminds me of J.D.Salingers Holden C. He`s a hero, so thats a compliment.
2006-04-10