Falling Rubber Balls
Last night, surrealism ruled my dreams. I was with my dad and sisters, driving down Headrick Road (where we no longer live). The sky was that 7/8-cloudy, dark swirl you get right before a big thunderstorm. I was looking at the sky when suddenly one of the clouds started to flash yellow. I continued looking as the flashes got bigger and brighter, going from yellow to orange. The yellow and orange began to condense into these spheres, which rapidly fell to earth in the form of rubber bouncy-balls (the big kind that kids hop on).
“Don’t roll them over! It’s illegal!” I warned my father. My worst fears were realized when I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw dozens of exploded yellow and orange rubber bags.
For the next several days (dream days), strange things continued to happen. We were forced to fly in an elevator instead of an airplane. More things fell from the sky (this time they were gum balls). I became convinced that it wasn’t only affecting us, but everyone. I somehow “knew” that whatever these falling rubber balls were, it was the most sinister of omens. Some great change was coming, not just for my family and me, but for the whole planet earth. Somehow, I was at the focal point.
In my dream, I was forced to go to Lewis-Palmer High School. I walked into the Commons to find the whole student body (that is, the student body of May 2004) dead silent in vague apprehension. I realized then that they, too, were privy to the bizarre events of the past few days.
But once they saw me, they began to return to normal: Socializing, laughing, etc. It was as if my presence had calmed them. I gave myself a silent pat on the back. “They love me. They believe in me.”
Just then, my dad showed up and walked me out of the building. He says in a serious voice, “You’ve lulled them into false security! These things aren’t going to stop. They’re getting worse! You must lead them.”
I’m still trying to figure this one out.