Morning of February 6, 1972. Sunday.
This was one of my more vivid and seemingly meaningful dreams of this time period. It had a profound long-lasting mood and added color and introspection to several days that followed. It seemed to have a very distinct feel to it, somewhat like “Picture It, Strangely” (September 26, 1969). As with that dream I tried to make a more coherent story after the original documentation, but of course, due to the surreal nature of dreams, “proper” stories are highly unlikely unless much content is removed, which kind of defeats the purpose of dream study in the first place. In the way that a dream uses composites, unusual or unlikely associations, time shifts, illogical or impossible events, linear stories are not typically feasible.
I am in my fifth grade class on seemingly the last day of school. It also seems to be the morning of a weekend. Danny H is standing in front of the class and is given a special award. It is a fully transparent vertically rectangular prism, somewhat like a small column; a crystal with a red rose inside. However, this award seems to be some sort of “put-down” or sarcastic act of some sort (or perhaps a gag gift related to his feminine nature) rather than a sincere gift or award to him (and I perceive that a couple of our classmates are even snickering, including John C). For some reason, I mostly seem to be standing to Danny’s left (facing south and viewing the rest of the class) though my classmates do not really acknowledge me. The enclosed rose seems perfect and “frozen in time”. It is vaguely somewhat like the concept of an insect in amber, I think.
Danny H, though, seems very cheerful and appreciative and says “Thank you”. A short time later, he says “it’s dusty” and blows on it a bit.
Suddenly, a great wind filled with dust overcomes the class. All of a sudden everyone is much older. Everyone has aged to such an extreme, it seems like they are close to death. They suddenly all appear to be seated at a large rectangular wooden table in a business office (though bilocated in the fifth grade class via one viewpoint) and it seems to be the distant future and everyone is sort of gray all over and covered with dust (in a somewhat unrealistic way, as if they had not moved for fifty years though while still remaining alive). Oddly, I seem to be “swept” from the scene, remaining my own age, but still viewing everything. I am aware that Susan C had been working in real estate much of her life (which turned out to be precognitive).
It should be known that wind almost always represents the passage of time in my dreams, often in a precognitive sense. The rest of it likely represents my somewhat disconcerting transition to middle school.
