A strange dream...
I’m sitting in class. We’re wathing a movie of some sort. I have to use the bathroom, so I get up and walk out the door. I turn right, but the bathrooms aren’t right where I expect them to be, so I continue around the corner. They’re not there either. At the next corner the hallway opens up to a sea of cubicles, and there is no way for me to pass. I turn around to go the other way. But, I seem to be losing control of my body and its movements. I have to fight to walk in a straight line, and when I reach the corner I flail toward the wall - lined with metal lockers - slamming into it, but reflecting out in the correct direction to continue my journey.
At this point, I can barely stand up. I make it past my classroom, they’re still watching the movie. I round a corner, with a little more control this time. I avoid slamming into the lockers. Around the second corner there are more cubicles (I’ve made a full circle of the floor now, and am on the opposite side of the area). I stand, confused for a second, then turn to leave.
Before I can take a step, a man steps in front of me. He’s tall, has short grey, thinning hair, a few wrinkles but not “old.” He says “you’re supposed to take this” and hands me what appears to be a white tennis ball. But its rubber, or something similar. When I take it in both hands, the sides expand (along the seam). I try to squeeze it back together, it starts making a noise in my head. “whom whom whom whom” in a pattern (matching my frenzied squeezing), as though I’m spinning around something putting out an electrical hum. A server room or substation, perhaps. Then I realize I am, in fact, spinning. I feel the centrifugal force pulling me circling around something. I cant see what (because my hoodie’s hood has fallen down over my face) but I assume it’s the man who gave me the end of this yo-yo like device. I keep circling him. I was passing thought the lockers and the walls, & realized then that I was dreaming, and decide to wake up.
When I open my eyes, its dark. My hoodie is still covering my eyes, and my hands are still squeezing. I look down, realize there’s nothing in my hands and toss my hood back.
At this point, I can barely stand up. I make it past my classroom, they’re still watching the movie. I round a corner, with a little more control this time. I avoid slamming into the lockers. Around the second corner there are more cubicles (I’ve made a full circle of the floor now, and am on the opposite side of the area). I stand, confused for a second, then turn to leave.
Before I can take a step, a man steps in front of me. He’s tall, has short grey, thinning hair, a few wrinkles but not “old.” He says “you’re supposed to take this” and hands me what appears to be a white tennis ball. But its rubber, or something similar. When I take it in both hands, the sides expand (along the seam). I try to squeeze it back together, it starts making a noise in my head. “whom whom whom whom” in a pattern (matching my frenzied squeezing), as though I’m spinning around something putting out an electrical hum. A server room or substation, perhaps. Then I realize I am, in fact, spinning. I feel the centrifugal force pulling me circling around something. I cant see what (because my hoodie’s hood has fallen down over my face) but I assume it’s the man who gave me the end of this yo-yo like device. I keep circling him. I was passing thought the lockers and the walls, & realized then that I was dreaming, and decide to wake up.
When I open my eyes, its dark. My hoodie is still covering my eyes, and my hands are still squeezing. I look down, realize there’s nothing in my hands and toss my hood back.