Strange dream
I had a strange dream last night. I was a member of the graduating class of the year 2000 at Chiefland High School. This dream involves some other classmates from that time. All references to my classmates and I are as I would envision them at their current ages.
The dream started off with me in a bus. I was sitting next to a teenage boy, maybe 16, who was kind of fat and had plenty of freckles. He handed me two iron balls, not at all unlike baoding balls. The balls were attached to two leather straps, each strap about a hand’s length. The straps weren’t straight straps, they were circular straps, so they looped around and attached to the balls again. They looked like either an entertainer’s toys for making sparks, or perhaps some sort of deadly martial art weapon.
The boy said, “Take care of these for me, and make sure you give them back to me at the end of the day.” Fine and dandy, whatever…I nodded, and then he got off the bus and went into the school. It was at that point that I realized that I wasn’t going to see him at the end of the day because I had to stay after school for some sort of senior-class event. I knew I couldn’t be late for the event, which means I couldn’t go to the bus to give him his baodings back. I also realized that I didn’t know his name or his schedule, and that I would be unlikely to bump into him again. I just put the baodings in my backpack.
Flash forward. I’m feeling guilty because I couldn’t give the boy his things back. I’m wandering around school and looking for him, but can’t find him. It’s night time. There are SEVERAL buses parked in the back of the school. Strangely enough, it’s not my school at this point, but some school surrounded by hills. All of my graduating class is in the buses, but the buses aren’t packed. There’s plenty of room in each bus for every student to have his own seat and one extra seat to put his things in. There is a ladder on the back of each bus that is covering the emergency exit door. Students who couldn’t fit on the bus and still have an extra seat are hanging from the ladders. On each side of the back of the bus, there is a ladder. There are students there as well. The buses are getting ready to leave. I’m walking toward them. I shout out, “Where’s the fat kid with freckles?”
Randi Jo Hardee is hanging on the ladder on the back right side of one of the buses. She shouts back, “In the library!”. I turn around and run into the library, which is conveniently located behind me. As soon as I enter the library, I’m naked except for my underwear, backpack, and boots. I see the fat kid with freckles. He’s laughing at me. A librarian comes up to me (No, it wasn’t the CHS librarian, Karen Renfroe — I never had a problem with her, though I can certainly see why other people did.) and offers me some of the clothes to wear from the “library clothes closet”. I didn’t have one of the closets at my graduating high school…but hey, it’s a dream. So she grabs some clothes from the closet, the only pair of male clothes in the closet…the rest looks like her personal wardrobe. I’m handed a pair of parachute pants that I have to tuck into my boots for minutes on end because they’re WAY too big. Like clown pants, or pants that a 500 pound man would wear. I don’t want to know why the librarian has them. I also get a shirt made of deerskin. Fine and dandy. It fits perfectly.
I throw the baodings at the kid. He catches them rather neatly and pockets them, still laughing at me. I leave the library and the buses have already started to leave. They’re all headed toward a highway, and they’re heading out in pairs. The bus on the left turns left onto the highway, the bus on the right turns right onto the highway. Not only does that provide a way for the buses to leave me more quickly, but it also signifies people going their own separate ways in life.
The last bus is leaving. That’s the bus I’m meant to be on. There are two ladders on the back of it. One of them is empty. Kimberly Watson is hanging on the left side of the bus. Randi (Miranda) Jo Hardee is hanging on the right side of it. Mylaka Scott is hanging off the back of it on one of the ladders. I’m running. The bus is passing a sign that indicates the speed of the bus. It’s accelerating quickly. I shout out, “Stop the bus!” Mylaka shouts out, “Slow down dis bus!”. Randi Jo talks to somebody inside the bus through an open window by her ladder and tells them to pass the message to the driver. Kim shouts out, “Don’t stop, speed up!” The driver speeds up. But then Randi Jo’s message reaches him and he pulls over and stops. I get on my ladder on the bus, and we drive off into the night. Then I woke up.
Weird dream, eh? At least I can log back into Yahoo! now 