Always something there to remind me
It's just weird when something will trigger a memory of a dream that was lost in the fog of morning - I just started remembering a dream I had last night. It was jumbled and strange, there were stairs, a lot of stairs of gold-ish yellow marble. We had to keep going up and down them, but I don't remember who or why. There was danger involved, broken elevators, people chasing us, giant vines growing through ceilings. Maybe we were lost on the stairs. Somehow they led to a hedge, and we were in a wooded hollow at the end of a dead end street with houses with lots of cars on their lots. We went through the hedge, but we had to be careful where we stepped until we got on the street, because we weren't allowed on this one guy's property, and he was standing right there. Looking at his cars. Being a big jerk about it.
And then we were in high school. Or maybe we always were. Walking to school. I kept changing characters. We were cutting classes. There was a lot of ridicule for someone new. I was sometimes the new kid. Sometimes the boyfriend of a popular girl. There was something about makeup or clothes, or a way of wearing clothes. Or something. I remember an orange skirt. I remember fussing with hair. I remember scorn and trying to figure out a way to make something fit in. And I remember cutting classes with the boyfriend, but I don't remember why. Only part of this dream came back, I guess. But it's kind of cool that any of it did.
I really can't say what triggered the memory, because the tape that I'm transcribing? Parking lot fender bender in Texas between two older gentlemen, one who sounds Hindi, and the other sounds ill-educated poor, and both slightly ornery and excitable. And it was the stairs I remembered first. So, um, yeah. Don't know why I all of a sudden remembered the dream.