Me and Mom go to Alco. Despite the store being closed, we go into the front area- inside the first set of doors but not inside the ones that lead to the store. The quarter machines have a box full of prizes in front of them, like they’re being machines restocked. I pick up hand fulls of the plastic containers filled with cheap little prizes, and wonder to myself- if I was homeless and only had a few quarters, what would I buy from the quarter machines? I rationalize that I would buy the candy, because it’s food and the most practical thing to buy when homeless when it comes to what’s offered by quarter machines.
Then I’m on a field trip at an indoor pool-type place. The teacher leading the trip is named Anna. Me and Anna stand at the top of a ladder in the middle of a pool/tank. She tells me to hold on. I grip the rung by my face and keep my feet firmly planted on one of the metal rungs below.
The ladder flips upside down, kind of like a ride, while I cling to the rails. It’s scary at first because at any moment we could fall off, but once it stops I decide it was fun.
After that, everyone is waiting outside for the bus to arrive to take us home at night. I sit with two young boys, around seventeen or eighteen in age, at the playground we wait near. I sit on a rickety metal playground ladder, while the boys are on a different, lower toy, like rocking ponies or something similar. I slip the f-bomb while talking to them accidentally, right when the teacher comes over.
Anna is angry with me for speaking with a foul mouth while around “children”. She grabs my arm and hauls me toward the bus. I tell her I’m twenty-one and have the right as any adult to curse. I’m ready to argue that those boys are old enough that me slipping the f-word isn’t going to spoil their innocence, but she cuts me off.
She loudly, as if to make sure everyone can hear, says, “You hear that? We’ve got a twenty-one-year-old loser without a job.”
I yank my arm away and glare at her with all the pain I feel appearing in my eyes. I run, my vision tearing up.
Anna tries to take my hand as she runs alongside me. I don’t pull away from her, but I also don’t return her grip. She’s trying to apologize.
I yell that she’s right, that I’m a loser. I tell her that she doesn’t know the things I’ve lived through, the pain I’ve lived through. I trusted her, and she intentionally embarrassed me.
I give her the slip, running through the city. I run through bushes and between closely-built buildings, trying desperately to get as far away as I can before they find me. I come to a larger alley where I have to duck and hide as a van looking for me passes.
I go into this large building that feels very much like a video game similar to Assassin’s Creed. It feels like a market. I to to the area where the apartments are, which is where me and the class were staying on this field trip.
Anna keeps trying to call my cell phone, but I ignore every call. I pack up my things in my room and then hide in the bathroom, not exactly sure where I want to go yet. I eventually try to call her back, but she doesn’t answer me. [End]
Relative to Real Life~
Night of November 17th, 2014
Real-life characters: Mom.
Dream-created characters: Anna, classmates, two boys, person in van looking for me, people at the market place.
Real-life places: None.
Dream-created places: Pool/tank, playground, outside, city, alleys, market, apartment, bathroom.
Different than real life: None of my teachers were named Anna as far as I know, I never went on a field trip involving ladders and pools, I haven’t gone on a field trip with high-school-age students since I myself was in high school.
Precognitive: (11-22-14) I just found out today that all Alco stores are going out of business. Odd that the store that me and Mom went to in this dream was Also, /closed/. The dream felt like it was closed just because of their hours or whatever, but it was worth mentioning.