I don't know about my brain, sometimes, man
So, I'm going to be stuck in a state of "what the hell?" for the next few days because of the dreams my brain has decided to grace me with.
One of them really stuck with me, for some reason, even though it's only one of a few from last night. Bear with me, here, because I don't really remember it clearly, since immediately after waking up from it, I was so "wth?!" that I just rolled over and went back to sleep.
Where I had more dreams.
That I can't remember.
This is my impressed face: -.-
Anyway, I dreamed that I was in a high school (or something similar) that actually functioned as much more than a school. Among other things, I had reason to know that some of the students remained at the school in dorms. Or the hospital ward.
See, cuz that's where I remember the dream from, even though I remember much more happened before that.
In my memory, I and another girl were fighting, even though the fact of it confused me. I had the awareness that someone had made her think I'd betrayed her. I remember the light cascading into the room was so bright that I could only vaguely see the shapes of desks and whatnot as she apparently hit me hard enough that I went falling to the ground.
I get the feeling that the rest of our "team," or at least several members, had witnessed the fight, and were on her side, also believeing I was a traitor. Even as I get the impression I was losing consciousness, I knew the future that they'd be taking her home (apparently a mansion away from school grounds where her parents lived) and trying to help her.
Then I just seemed to wake up in a hospital bed. I knew alot of time had passed, at least on the order of a few days. I spent some hours there, they said I was alright, and I left. By this time, I had the knowledge that several of the students in the school were more special than the others, and we were formed into a few covert teams. (Kind of like in the cartoon X-Men: Evolution, if like anything that's come before.) No one else at the school knew about them, but the other teams knew about each other. And got along, for the most part.
So, they let me go, and I wandered around for awhile, viewed a few classes in progress. The fact that none of them recognized me actually reassured me. But while I was apparently on medical leave, and allowed to do whatever I wanted to do, including not go to class (if mine were even in session), I was still aware of what had gone before. And for some reason, I felt guilty that the rest of the team thought I'd betrayed them, so I planned to avoid them until I could resolve the forces that caused us to be at each other's throats.
Alone.
As I walked into the main courtyard-type area of that level, I noticed that whatever problem had happened while I was out of action had been taken care of and the evacuation of that section was over, because all the students were streaming back in from the stairwells and elevators. I knew the problem had been a fight when I saw members of the other team we were close to coming in injured. (It was, like, the sixth floor, but they were coming in through the stairwell. :/ ) At that point, I started feeling guilty for real, because if I'd participated, maybe they wuldn't have gotten hurt. So I resolved that they really couldn't see me as I left, too afraid of how they'd react. I didn't want to see the condemnation in their faces. I caught my reflection as I ducked by a window to head to another stairwell, and it was actually me, with my hair long enough to be held back in a frumpy ponytail, my face was tear-streaked, and I was wearing a baggy grey hoodie.
I only saw that for a moment before I had to avoid Chris and Joey as they came by. (Yes, from N'Sync. but everyone was about 17, despite actual differences in age in real life.) They didn't seem injured, but they seemed a little worried and really angry, as Chris was gesticulating wildly as he talked to Joey. He also looked exasperated. I then had to duck by JC and the person he was bent over supporting as they entered. (I couldn't say whether it was Lance, AJ, or Justin. All I remember for sure is that JC had red highlights in his hair. Bright red highlights. Like flame. ^.~) None of these people noticed me, because they were preoccupied, but I sped up as I walked, anyway.
I had almost made it to the stairwell and escape when Brian spotted me. Probably because he was so pretty and young that I was staring at him as I rushed past. Which was dumb of me, since he was another member of my team (I start getting the impression I was the "leader" or second.) (Also? So not my fault I was staring. He was wearing a grey sweater, but not his normal frumpier style, and a lighter shade than normal, and it really brought out his eyes. Also, his hair looked really soft and smooth, and a darker shade of blonde.) He called my name and started heading towards me, and, of course, being Brian, he wasn't angry with me, but rather, worried about me. But I started running from him, because I really couldn't take it if dear, sweet Brian were actually angry with me.
...I just realized that I didn't even really consider Brian any more than a really pretty friend in my dream. Stupid brain, not even letting me have hope in my dreams. ^.~ Eh, but I've digressed.
Of course, instead of running as people normally run, I was gliding about an inch above the floor.
Cue chase scene, where I only periodically come in contact with the ground, when I need a burst of speed. I noticed that the building was made all of soft grey/silver metals, with accents in blue. Of course, I noticed this as I was sliding down a stair railing that was actually in an open space instead of a stairwell. (By "sliding," I mean "grinding without rollerblades or a skateboard.")
Brian managed to keep up even though he didn't have fledgling flight capabilities and was restricted to running. As we neared the end of the railing, I noticed that we were heading towards a group of men who were staring at us levelly. It wasn't actually odd to see business men there, because of the multiple purposes of the building/complex, but I was getting the impression that these were men we should avoid, as though they were part of a conspiracy.
Brian and I both fled from them, and apparently we mentally resolved to stand together, instead of maintaining our original state of me-being-afraid-of-rejection-and-him-determined-not-to-let-me-suffer-alone-or-go-get-myself-killed-trying-to-protect-the-rest-of-the-team.
The rest is even blurrier, but I get the impression that, before I woke up (for real), we'd actually found whoever was responsible for the conspiracy and were in pursuit of him.
And stuff.
And that's why I'll be wtf-ing randomly for the next few days. ^.^;
But Brian was really very dear throughout the entire thing. ^.^; *pets the Littrell* ^.~
One of them really stuck with me, for some reason, even though it's only one of a few from last night. Bear with me, here, because I don't really remember it clearly, since immediately after waking up from it, I was so "wth?!" that I just rolled over and went back to sleep.
Where I had more dreams.
That I can't remember.
This is my impressed face: -.-
Anyway, I dreamed that I was in a high school (or something similar) that actually functioned as much more than a school. Among other things, I had reason to know that some of the students remained at the school in dorms. Or the hospital ward.
See, cuz that's where I remember the dream from, even though I remember much more happened before that.
In my memory, I and another girl were fighting, even though the fact of it confused me. I had the awareness that someone had made her think I'd betrayed her. I remember the light cascading into the room was so bright that I could only vaguely see the shapes of desks and whatnot as she apparently hit me hard enough that I went falling to the ground.
I get the feeling that the rest of our "team," or at least several members, had witnessed the fight, and were on her side, also believeing I was a traitor. Even as I get the impression I was losing consciousness, I knew the future that they'd be taking her home (apparently a mansion away from school grounds where her parents lived) and trying to help her.
Then I just seemed to wake up in a hospital bed. I knew alot of time had passed, at least on the order of a few days. I spent some hours there, they said I was alright, and I left. By this time, I had the knowledge that several of the students in the school were more special than the others, and we were formed into a few covert teams. (Kind of like in the cartoon X-Men: Evolution, if like anything that's come before.) No one else at the school knew about them, but the other teams knew about each other. And got along, for the most part.
So, they let me go, and I wandered around for awhile, viewed a few classes in progress. The fact that none of them recognized me actually reassured me. But while I was apparently on medical leave, and allowed to do whatever I wanted to do, including not go to class (if mine were even in session), I was still aware of what had gone before. And for some reason, I felt guilty that the rest of the team thought I'd betrayed them, so I planned to avoid them until I could resolve the forces that caused us to be at each other's throats.
Alone.
As I walked into the main courtyard-type area of that level, I noticed that whatever problem had happened while I was out of action had been taken care of and the evacuation of that section was over, because all the students were streaming back in from the stairwells and elevators. I knew the problem had been a fight when I saw members of the other team we were close to coming in injured. (It was, like, the sixth floor, but they were coming in through the stairwell. :/ ) At that point, I started feeling guilty for real, because if I'd participated, maybe they wuldn't have gotten hurt. So I resolved that they really couldn't see me as I left, too afraid of how they'd react. I didn't want to see the condemnation in their faces. I caught my reflection as I ducked by a window to head to another stairwell, and it was actually me, with my hair long enough to be held back in a frumpy ponytail, my face was tear-streaked, and I was wearing a baggy grey hoodie.
I only saw that for a moment before I had to avoid Chris and Joey as they came by. (Yes, from N'Sync. but everyone was about 17, despite actual differences in age in real life.) They didn't seem injured, but they seemed a little worried and really angry, as Chris was gesticulating wildly as he talked to Joey. He also looked exasperated. I then had to duck by JC and the person he was bent over supporting as they entered. (I couldn't say whether it was Lance, AJ, or Justin. All I remember for sure is that JC had red highlights in his hair. Bright red highlights. Like flame. ^.~) None of these people noticed me, because they were preoccupied, but I sped up as I walked, anyway.
I had almost made it to the stairwell and escape when Brian spotted me. Probably because he was so pretty and young that I was staring at him as I rushed past. Which was dumb of me, since he was another member of my team (I start getting the impression I was the "leader" or second.) (Also? So not my fault I was staring. He was wearing a grey sweater, but not his normal frumpier style, and a lighter shade than normal, and it really brought out his eyes. Also, his hair looked really soft and smooth, and a darker shade of blonde.) He called my name and started heading towards me, and, of course, being Brian, he wasn't angry with me, but rather, worried about me. But I started running from him, because I really couldn't take it if dear, sweet Brian were actually angry with me.
...I just realized that I didn't even really consider Brian any more than a really pretty friend in my dream. Stupid brain, not even letting me have hope in my dreams. ^.~ Eh, but I've digressed.
Of course, instead of running as people normally run, I was gliding about an inch above the floor.
Cue chase scene, where I only periodically come in contact with the ground, when I need a burst of speed. I noticed that the building was made all of soft grey/silver metals, with accents in blue. Of course, I noticed this as I was sliding down a stair railing that was actually in an open space instead of a stairwell. (By "sliding," I mean "grinding without rollerblades or a skateboard.")
Brian managed to keep up even though he didn't have fledgling flight capabilities and was restricted to running. As we neared the end of the railing, I noticed that we were heading towards a group of men who were staring at us levelly. It wasn't actually odd to see business men there, because of the multiple purposes of the building/complex, but I was getting the impression that these were men we should avoid, as though they were part of a conspiracy.
Brian and I both fled from them, and apparently we mentally resolved to stand together, instead of maintaining our original state of me-being-afraid-of-rejection-and-him-determined-not-to-let-me-suffer-alone-or-go-get-myself-killed-trying-to-protect-the-rest-of-the-team.
The rest is even blurrier, but I get the impression that, before I woke up (for real), we'd actually found whoever was responsible for the conspiracy and were in pursuit of him.
And stuff.
And that's why I'll be wtf-ing randomly for the next few days. ^.^;
But Brian was really very dear throughout the entire thing. ^.^; *pets the Littrell* ^.~