Something upstairs isn't working, so I go in the basement and find that the piping in one of the rooms caught on fire. The fire was out now, but the scorches are so severe that I am positive this is the reason what ever it is isn't working.
Now it is snowing outside. I am throwing out a bunch of junk VHS tapes, but I find some Jurassic Park ones that I'm not sure I want to throw away. Now it is our plan to go to Jurassic Park. We've got the truck packed up and we're ready to go, when mom suddenly wants to take Boots, our old dog. I abject, insisting that the experience would be traumatizing to him and he could possibly die from the stress, being so old. Granny planned on coming too, but she is sick. Instead my aunt is coming and Papa is driving the truck. Mom finally gives in that it's a bad idea to bring Boots, so instead and to my unhappiness, we take Lily. We arrive at a church filled with people excited about the new park. Everyone I knew from school is there, including Mary, Bell, Landra, and Cory. I sit with Bell, Landra, right next to Cory, and a few other classmates. This doesn't leave a seat for Mary, so she sits at the table behind ours. I am facing her, and my back is towards the stage. I am laughing and having a fun time, until I see Mary trying to participate in our group but can't because she is so far away on the other table. I signal to her, asking if she wants to switch places. She happily agrees, and I end up the one alone at the empty table. It makes me sad, sort of, but I knew in my heart I didn't really belong with them anyways. Then, a woman gets on stage and starts asking questions as if this was a class. This makes me nervous, as I wasn't expecting to be tested. I just hope she doesn't pick me to answer any of these questions I so clearly don't know. Patrick from Perks of Being a Wallflower is picked, not far from where I sit, and takes a microphone. He answers his question in song, looking at me specifically while doing so, making me feel kind of embarrassed, but yet included. Then, after he is done, the lady asks me to come to the front. She asks if I have Yuna's (from FFX) wings, and I am surprised she asked. I tell her I do. She tells me to prove it, to fly. I try to explain that my wings aren't made to carry me through the air, but rather to protect me from internal pain like shields. She won't listen, and I am forced up in front of everyone. I am suddenly in Yuna's wedding dress, and I am singing the Hymn the best I can. I spread my wings, and prepare to jump, praying they'll carry me and I won't look like a fool.
Then I am back downstairs, and I see my mom in the back room. She is on a futon on the back wall. To my horror, I see her arms curl up to her chest and her eyes roll back into her head. I scream, "Mom!" as I run to her and try to hold her as she has a seizure. She suddenly comes back, and says she's fine, that she's okay. I insist, however that she gets help right away. [Continued]
Relative to Real Life~
Night of June 6th, 2013
Real-life characters: Mom, Granny, Papa, Boots, Lily, aunt, Mary, Bell, Cory, Landra, other classmates, Patrick, "Yuna".
Dream-created characters: Lady with microphone.
Real-life places: Basement ( a mix of ours and my uncles ), church (I think it's the one that I've been in a few times for garage sales).
Dream-created places: None.
Different than real life: I've never been to a gathering like this in that church so I've never seen the stage in use nor is it big enough to house all the tables I saw, the church was like a mix between the church itself and the auditorium (the stage I was going to jump off of was the aud's stage), Yuna doesn't have wings, there isn't a futon in the back room in the basement though I would like there to be, I haven't seen or spoken to any of these classmates in a very long time, I haven't spoken or cleared the air between me and Mary in two+ years.
Jurassic Park = I think I saw a relating .gif set on Tumblr.
Yuna and her dress = I've been playing FFX lately.
Wings = I do this thing when I am hurt but can't let anyone know it. I guess it might sound silly, but I imagine wings encasing me and not letting any of the pain reach me. In my mind it's butterfly wings, but in my dream the concept transferred to white, feathery wings. I drew a picture kind of depicting what I am talking about titled "Repairing my Defenses".
Precognitive: No experiences yet.