I go to gym class. The teacher assigns us teams, one team the blue and one the black. The blue team is supposed to wear burgundy shorts and a blue shirt, while the black team wears all black. I am assigned blue. I have burgundy shorts on already, but I’m wearing a black short. I search through the shirts in the lost and found box for a blue one that will hopefully fit. Instead, all I find is shirts that are toddler sized or striped with other colors, or even better Ken doll clothes. I tell the teacher, but she does nothing to help. Without her help I can do nothing, so I give up and just go sit at one of the many tables filling to room along with my other classmates. I decide that tomorrow I’ll bring my own blue shirt- but today I’ll just have to live with what I have.
I end up sitting right between Sam and Dean, who flirt with me. When the game starts and someone points in our direction to call on them, Sam ducks- exposing me. I duck, and they call Dean’s name. As part of the game, the person calling on him assings him to go sit by Sansa. He teases that if he gets to sit by Sansa he might not ever come sit by us again. I brush his chest with the back of my hand as he stands, muttering to myself that I hope not. The sinking feeling in my stomach tells me that it doesn’t matter what I hope, however. When get goes over there he makes some comment about wanting to “bang her”.
Now me and my mom are looking at these ugly creatures, trying to figure out what they are. One starts to scream- [the scream bleeding into the beginning of a rock song that plays on the radio station my alarm clock is set to].
Then I drive to store S in the rain and snow, at night. The roads are miserably icy and my car slides all over the places, but I manage to get there in one piece. I go inside and get what I need quickly, sliding on the floor like I’m skating. I dodge people with twirls and I look and feel like a pro skater. When I get outside I do the same movements all the way across the dark parking lot to my car. I stop just before I reach a super icy patch around my vehicle. I skate onto the ice with caution. My mom is with me again. She asks if I attached the bundle of keys to the outside of the car like we talked about. We wanted to test something on the way home involving the keys hanging from the underside of my car. I tell her no, an I’d need to put more thought into it before we try it. As I’m driving to the exit of the parking lot, I see birds hopping around on the ground. I try to drive up close to them so I can take their picture with the camera on my front fender.
When we get home me and mom go up on the roof and lay down and talk. I tell her all the story ides I have of these two love interests that fall in love after they’ve been arrested. They hate each other at first, but come to love one another as they plot an escape. She likes the overall idea but hates that they are annoyed with each other in the beginning. I knew she wouldn’t like that- but conflict and every good story needs conflict.
Lightning starts to strike all around us, a ton of it. We’re worred about the figurines on the neighbor’s car attracting the lightnigh, so mom reachs over (as though we were on the roof of our car which is parked right next to their truck) and pulls them down. I have to sit up to see the figures on the roof of our neighbor’s house. I ask what that is, at first thinking it was people standing on their roof. She tells me that they are just blow up figures of “the cowboys”. After she says that it clicks with me that it’s Jesse and Woody from Toy Story. We climb down before we get hit by lightning ourselves. [End]
Relative to Real Life~
Night of July 27th, 2014
Real-life characters: Dean Winchester (Supernatural), Sam Winchester (Supernatural), Sansa (Game of Thrones), Mom.
Dream-created characters: Teacher, other students, people in the store.
Real-life places: Gym (in the high school), store S and parkinglot, roof.
Dream-created places: None.
Different than real life: I haven’t been to high school since I graduated in 2011, I can’t skate gracefully, we have no intentions on hanging keys from the bottom of my car, it’s not the season for snow, me and my mom haven’t been on the roof at the same time- and definitely not for fun, the neighbors don’t have a parking place right next to ours- so their truck being parked by my car is inaccurate, they neighbors do not have giant inflatable Toy Story characters- or at least if they do I’ve never seen them.
Reoccurring: No.
Precognitive: No experiences.
