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This entry was originally posted on Livejournal on April 19th. I was inspired to post it here after reading a dream entry by Destiny. I also edited a bit of text here and there. I wasn’t sure if I should use past tense or present tense, so there might be a mixture of both XD. Usually I write dreams in present tense, but >_> dunno…
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I took a 2 hr nap and had the most interesting dream! Long time no write – dream wise – so yeah here goes.

My family were I are staying at a massive hotel. The strange thing is we stayed in separate rooms. The room I stayed in had four beds. They were all queen sized beds at that. The room was pretty spacious with a balcony to the left. Another weird part is there were mannequins laying on the beds. on the far right there was one mannequin. four on the next, and I think two on the third bed. The fourth bed, closest to the balcony was the only one left open.

So I slept there but in the middle of the night, I woke to the change in brightness of the room. I remembered turning off the light, but the light was obviously on now so I walk all the way across the room to turn off the light but it wouldn’t turn off. Sure enough the switch was at off before I switched it. This creeped me out – to think that the mannequins didn’t. So I leave the room to find my mom and dad to see if they noticed anything strange about the place.

Apparently they stayed in separate rooms from each other. The corridors were like a labyrinth sprinkled with hundreds of rooms throughout its meandering pathways. When I finally found my mom, she was awake with the light dimmed, sitting in bed. She told me to go find Dad in the computer room. So I find him and decide to work on a school project. This school project had a lot to do with Chinese history and such. As I was saving my document, I realized I forgot to pay attention to which folder I was saving it under. I was unable to find it after that. Also, apparently my old mp3 player was like a USB drive that stored documents and images. I was scrolling through that to find documents from the computer….which makes no sense now since it wasn’t hooked up to the computer, but perfect sense then. My dad volunteered fervently to help write my paper and guessed at the topic I may be writing on yet none of what he said came through to me as my mind was still on the paper I wrote.

I decide it was getting late, that the light must have turned off by now so I head back to my room. On the way I stop by Mom’s room and find she’s still awake with some strange blue light on in her room.

As I pause in front of my door, I sense this ominous aura as the light was still on and the mannequins start looking strangely knowledgeable on the situation and the hotel’s happenings in general. I try to casually walk back to my bed and as I do so, I realize the sky is getting brighter outside. The curtains are translucent so the light from outside is glowing through them and the silhouette of the window / door frame can be seen clearly. I ponder on whether or not to sleep with the curtains closed or opened and decide on just leaving it closed. Neither way mattered really.

As I lay in bed with the light on, a mannequins walks over to me and says not to worry, that I shouldn’t feel lonely in a room full of companions. (Lonely?!) She was pretty friendly and we introduced each other. Then she told me of her previous life in Nevada I think. I can’t remember where she or any of the other mannequins were from but I was fascinated by the fact that they each had their own life outside of the hotel. I told them about dorm life at college. We shook hands, though some of them were really weird about it and had their hands in weird positions while shaking mine.

Later, I’m on campus again and I think I’m in a geek club of some sort founded by a freshman. Yeah a freshman. But she was actually a sophomore because of the amount of credits she had and she had pretty good leadership skills. She looked strangely like Mrs. S my fifth grade social studies teacher, which meant she looked very old. We were gathered there to plan who was going to write what for the college newspaper. I volunteered first to write a paper on a play I couldn’t even remember but I took notes on it while I was attending the play. I told the “freshman” that it was by Macbeth. She said “who cares and why would it matter who it was by?” Yeah apparently Macbeth was a well-known playwright and …. didn’t I mean Shakespeare?! Clearly Macbeth is the creation of Shakespeare…but whatever.

Now I’m in front of the Union or so I think and an evil villain whom I’ve met before is hosting a wedding ceremony there. He was evil in tricking people with the amount of money he was willing to pay for the food and other expenses. Instead of paying full price, he was paying one fourth that. I know, wicked right? I knew of his sham and warned the suppliers but they wouldn’t listen to me. I think I saw Envy and other sins from FMA there and they were part of the “evil family”. I think the villain behind everything was Wrath (from the manga) aka Pride (from the anime). I knew of their other schemes but now I’ve forgotten them since I was interrupted twice by my mother who yelled at me to go downstairs to drink milk shake and then again because my brother wanted me for something before I could write anything.

The school is hosting a French play. Some of my long-ago friends signed up to be in this play. I wanted to be in the play too. As it turns out, I’m actually a major character in the play. The embarrassing part is, I couldn’t remember the lines to this play when the day came. I was wearing black pants and a black vest I think, with a white blouse underneath. I had white tennis shoes on under my black pants. Hayley had a dainty ballerina costume on. I don’t remember what everyone’s part in the play was. I couldn’t remember my lines. Could those be symptoms of stage fright?

We were to perform our band show before the play but I wasn’t there because I needed to find my black marching shoes. The band room was dark, yet I didn’t bother to look for a light switch. I couldn’t find my marching shoes. I heard the band playing the music without me. The band sounded horrible, like no one remembered his or her music.

After the music had stopped, I wanted so much to rehearse the play with others in the play, so I turned to my friends. I asked Hayley if we were going to rehearse. She says, “Sure. If you want to rehearse, just follow me.” So I follow her for a while. I got tired of blindly following, all the while anxious to be done practicing before the play begins because I still needed to find black dress shoes. She started talking to Stephanie Kier about seeing Mrs. Creel for something completely unrelated to the school play. They walk off together, apparently ignoring me. I decide I wasn’t wanted, that I should probably stop following, so I begin walking in the opposite direction.

The hallways of our school are dark, unlit with closed doors everywhere. I felt as though it were uninhabited, yet I knew it was filled with students, parents, and relatives. I even bumped into Mrs. Potts, our music director. She spoke in French to a little girl who asked her a question in English. It was strange because her response did not correspond with the girl’s question at all. Mrs. Potts repeatedly said, “Je ne sais pas”. It was ridiculous. Why would Mrs. Potts, who’s usually so calm and brilliant be in such a predicament?

I walk past them and gradually I feel that I am no longer at school. I’m in a mall, or more specifically in a small store inside a mall. This store is like “Hot Topic”. I was looking for a soft cuddly animal to buy. I’m not sure why. I bumped into a lady who spoke to me in mandarin Chinese. This is strange as I rarely dream in Chinese anymore. She asked me if I needed a costume. I take that back. She stated I needed a costume and she knew exactly which one I needed. I can’t remember which costume she picked for me but Batman pops into my head so I think it may have been Batman. I remember there was a Tinkerbell costume made of a translucent material.

I said I didn’t want a costume at all. She insisted I must have been mistaken. My repeated refusal obviously had no effect on her stubborn insistence that I buy a costume. All this time, I glance down and see a pair of red and black tights underneath the cart of costumes. They reminded me of Spiderman’s tights only they were red and black instead of red and blue. The lady wearing those tights emerged to see what all the commotion was about. She had a guy with her and they both towered over me.

I can’t believe I can’t remember any more. I’m sorry to leave you hanging.

Our school is hosting an event somewhat like a marathon. Students sign up to be in a race, and each student is given a lightweight bike. I say the bikes are lightweight, but they are more than that. They are compact, and malleable–somewhat like cheap plastic. I could barely feel the weight of the bike as I rode on it. Even the pedals are extremely easy to move.

As I ride my new bike in the race, I feel as though there is no way anyone could beat me. The whole world is a blur around me. I remember my mom a while back saying I should not ride the bike on the roads where there are cars, that I should be careful to watch both ways before crossing, but those words are also distant to me. I come to a sudden yet light halt, for there I feel no jerk pushing my body forward. It’s a good thing because two cars cross over each other on the road before me. After they depart, there are no other cars–but wait–there’s a car on another road across the island in the middle. I see it with the corner of my eye just as I’m about to cross. I fling my bike over the island and run after it. The car had passed so I ride on.

Some how, I know exactly where I’m going. I ride a straight path from there. After a while, I realize I’m being followed. Missy S. and Jackie M. are on either side of me behind me. I pedal faster, but I feel as though my bike would not allow me to go faster. Then Ashley H. is also behind me. She tells no one in particular to watch out for the stairs. Indeed there are stairs, but looking further ahead, there’s even a waterfall. Yes, a waterfall. The water from the waterfall flows gently downward, yet strangely, there is no river for the water to trickle into. The water seems to never stop flowing so I assume this is a man-made waterfall and there’s a piping system underneath the waterfall that allows the water to drain into and flow out of the waterfall again. We ride down the first set of steps with ease, but I decided to dismount my bike before charging into the soft foamy waves of the waterfall. When we reach the waterfall, I hold my bike over my head with one hand and climb up the waterfall as if the force of gravity and the force of the water flowing in the opposite direction have no influence on how difficult the trek will be.

At the end of that waterfall, there lays another waterfall. I’d like to think of this waterfall as simply a barrier into a secret room, as I am actually able to walk through this waterfall and into a room full of people. Before that though, someone behind me announced that whoever finds a second clothes hanger hidden in the waterfall will receive a prize. I cannot remember what that prize is, but I assume it’s money. The person who found the hanger seemed ecstatically happy.

Back in the room I find myself surrounded by people. Beside me is a boy about my age. I feel infatuated at first sight. He had a dark mysterious appeal. I do not remember if I’d talked to him. Unfortunately, that’s when I woke up so I didn’t have a better look at who he was.