The Dream.
It was a dream that began with a field trip. The class was composed of familiar and unfamiliar people with majority of the familiar people being ones that I don't get along with in real life. The rest of the unfamiliar people were people that I've seen in pictures or just made up. Anyways, we went to a place that was combined of three things. The first and most obvious standing before us was the Washington D.C. monument. To the left of tha was a mountain with a dam embedded in the side. Where we were was a pit like thing with stone steps on top of another dam. Right at the railing of the dam where we were was a small tower, resembling a light house, where I made frequent trips to. It is one of those buildings that is clearly much more massive on the inside than it looks on the outside.
They piled all of us into this theater dome thing where they were going to teach us something about stars (or space in general). I don't remember if we actually watched this movie or not. We did other stuff but the thing I remember the most was a box half full of plants in pots and a boy. Everyone was suppose to take one plant. I had failed to grab one so I returned to find the box half full. I got one that was sprouting (oh, note that these are tiny pots, almost like styrofoam cups) and I asked if I could have another. The guy in charge (more looking like a 17-18 camp counselor) said I could so I got one that didn't sprout yet. As I was leaving a boy comes in with his friend. The boy is bleeding at his hairline and the blood is dripping down to the right of his nose. Earlier everyone found out (when we first arrived) that his mother had died and a few tragic other things. Basically this boy had bad luck. He had slipped, fallen, and dropped his pot. I offered to give him one of mine but he ignored me and proceeded to the guy in charge.
We stayed there for maybe a day, at most, but it felt like forever. I practically stayed in that tower and made friends with a bunch of goth/punk looking kids that sat in this closet. The walls of the closet were red and the door had many window panes. The girl that I made most friends with was sitting in the back left corner with a keyboard. Her hair was black with some red streaks at the right side of her head. Her hair was in a ponytail and her bangs were cut straight across but very short to the point where they are almost nonexistant. I think she wore a dress, something that was black on one side and red on the other. It had long black sleeves and stopped mid-thigh. She had black stockings and black short high heeled boots. Next was a boy who dressed in black with chains, but that's all I remember of him. There was someone else that I knew in real life that was there, but I don't remember who.
I do remember a guy that was hitting on me and then out of nowhere my ex-friend Kat shows up, claiming that I liked her and spent the whole time trying to impress me. Things began to get really weird when they told everyone that we needed to leave because the world was going to flood. I was trying to convince the girl and others of the closet to leave with me but they refused. I didn't want to leave them but I didn't want to drown. Suddenly my roommate Ron appeared with his two kids and told me to pack whatever I could into a bag and then leave. I rushed into the closet and got the biggest bag I could find (which wasn't very big) and began looking around for stuff to shove into it. Suddenly everything in the closet became stuff that I either owned in real life or remember getting in the dream. I took two shirts, my ipod, my cellphone and charger, my inhaler, some books, and I ran upstairs to get my sketchbook. I went with Ron and his kids and we ran outside to get on the bus/shuttle/whatever that was taking us home. But as we get there, the bus leaves and we are stuck.
We got placed with another group of people, almost like another field trip, but with people that were older (probably junior in high school to late twenties). There were ladders we had to climb to get into this tunnel. We were all on this long, thing platform that was on this wall where the tunnel was. It was small so not everyone could fit. I was in front and was told to go in first. I began to when three or four people pushed me out before coming out themselves and told us that it was flooded that way. So we began to climb more ladders while people still tried to go through the tunnel.
The dream suddenly jumps to us being in this massive (and I mean massive) house that is connected to these other houses/stores/buildings. The house itself is mulitple stores but everything has this creepy halloween theme. It is abandoned except for myself, Ron, his kids and one other person that we never really noticed. We were at the top floor of this house and were rushing to find the way out. The top floor seems to take forever but eventually we come across an open room with a long set of stairs and a good view of what looked like the front door. I asked if we should go down there since we saw water starting to leak from underneath the door. We go down and stupidly open the door and there we see the earth below us completely underwater. It seemed like we were kind of in between the troposphere and the stratosphere. The water began to rise faster so we turned and began to go the other way. We jumped off another ledge and to a door that was stranded by itself on a ledge (like it was purposely built that way).
Suddenly, we were at a tunnel of a freeway-ish kind of place that was large enough to hold two submarines and still have enough width for at least three more lanes of cars. The submarine on the right had the longest line of people while the one on the left didn't. Ron wanted to stay in the line on the right but I said we needed to go to the one on the left if we wanted to survive. I went to the left line with his kids following me. By then I knew I wasn't going to survive, as much as I wanted to. You could see people piling into the submarine but I didn't seem to get any closer to getting in. The line began to seem longer than it once was. I looked to the right line to find that there wasn't one. I tried to wave down the guy to tell him that we needed in because we were children but he said that they were full (even though I somehow knew they weren't) and closed the hatch.
I began to panic massively. I could feel a large wave about to hit us and swoop all of us who weren't in the submarines away to our deaths. I then realized that I abandoned my dog, my home, and my mom. I felt beyond sick and began to cry. Then.... I woke up.
Holy crap.
This dream made me wake up tense and actually scared to wake up. But when I awoke I realized that I had to pee but I remembered majority of my dream and had to write it down. I was told that the more you write down your dreams the more you remember them. Well lately I can't remember anything and I want to change that. I was actually going to write this down on paper but I was/am half asleep and didn't think I'd be coordinated enough to do it.
They piled all of us into this theater dome thing where they were going to teach us something about stars (or space in general). I don't remember if we actually watched this movie or not. We did other stuff but the thing I remember the most was a box half full of plants in pots and a boy. Everyone was suppose to take one plant. I had failed to grab one so I returned to find the box half full. I got one that was sprouting (oh, note that these are tiny pots, almost like styrofoam cups) and I asked if I could have another. The guy in charge (more looking like a 17-18 camp counselor) said I could so I got one that didn't sprout yet. As I was leaving a boy comes in with his friend. The boy is bleeding at his hairline and the blood is dripping down to the right of his nose. Earlier everyone found out (when we first arrived) that his mother had died and a few tragic other things. Basically this boy had bad luck. He had slipped, fallen, and dropped his pot. I offered to give him one of mine but he ignored me and proceeded to the guy in charge.
We stayed there for maybe a day, at most, but it felt like forever. I practically stayed in that tower and made friends with a bunch of goth/punk looking kids that sat in this closet. The walls of the closet were red and the door had many window panes. The girl that I made most friends with was sitting in the back left corner with a keyboard. Her hair was black with some red streaks at the right side of her head. Her hair was in a ponytail and her bangs were cut straight across but very short to the point where they are almost nonexistant. I think she wore a dress, something that was black on one side and red on the other. It had long black sleeves and stopped mid-thigh. She had black stockings and black short high heeled boots. Next was a boy who dressed in black with chains, but that's all I remember of him. There was someone else that I knew in real life that was there, but I don't remember who.
I do remember a guy that was hitting on me and then out of nowhere my ex-friend Kat shows up, claiming that I liked her and spent the whole time trying to impress me. Things began to get really weird when they told everyone that we needed to leave because the world was going to flood. I was trying to convince the girl and others of the closet to leave with me but they refused. I didn't want to leave them but I didn't want to drown. Suddenly my roommate Ron appeared with his two kids and told me to pack whatever I could into a bag and then leave. I rushed into the closet and got the biggest bag I could find (which wasn't very big) and began looking around for stuff to shove into it. Suddenly everything in the closet became stuff that I either owned in real life or remember getting in the dream. I took two shirts, my ipod, my cellphone and charger, my inhaler, some books, and I ran upstairs to get my sketchbook. I went with Ron and his kids and we ran outside to get on the bus/shuttle/whatever that was taking us home. But as we get there, the bus leaves and we are stuck.
We got placed with another group of people, almost like another field trip, but with people that were older (probably junior in high school to late twenties). There were ladders we had to climb to get into this tunnel. We were all on this long, thing platform that was on this wall where the tunnel was. It was small so not everyone could fit. I was in front and was told to go in first. I began to when three or four people pushed me out before coming out themselves and told us that it was flooded that way. So we began to climb more ladders while people still tried to go through the tunnel.
The dream suddenly jumps to us being in this massive (and I mean massive) house that is connected to these other houses/stores/buildings. The house itself is mulitple stores but everything has this creepy halloween theme. It is abandoned except for myself, Ron, his kids and one other person that we never really noticed. We were at the top floor of this house and were rushing to find the way out. The top floor seems to take forever but eventually we come across an open room with a long set of stairs and a good view of what looked like the front door. I asked if we should go down there since we saw water starting to leak from underneath the door. We go down and stupidly open the door and there we see the earth below us completely underwater. It seemed like we were kind of in between the troposphere and the stratosphere. The water began to rise faster so we turned and began to go the other way. We jumped off another ledge and to a door that was stranded by itself on a ledge (like it was purposely built that way).
Suddenly, we were at a tunnel of a freeway-ish kind of place that was large enough to hold two submarines and still have enough width for at least three more lanes of cars. The submarine on the right had the longest line of people while the one on the left didn't. Ron wanted to stay in the line on the right but I said we needed to go to the one on the left if we wanted to survive. I went to the left line with his kids following me. By then I knew I wasn't going to survive, as much as I wanted to. You could see people piling into the submarine but I didn't seem to get any closer to getting in. The line began to seem longer than it once was. I looked to the right line to find that there wasn't one. I tried to wave down the guy to tell him that we needed in because we were children but he said that they were full (even though I somehow knew they weren't) and closed the hatch.
I began to panic massively. I could feel a large wave about to hit us and swoop all of us who weren't in the submarines away to our deaths. I then realized that I abandoned my dog, my home, and my mom. I felt beyond sick and began to cry. Then.... I woke up.
Holy crap.
This dream made me wake up tense and actually scared to wake up. But when I awoke I realized that I had to pee but I remembered majority of my dream and had to write it down. I was told that the more you write down your dreams the more you remember them. Well lately I can't remember anything and I want to change that. I was actually going to write this down on paper but I was/am half asleep and didn't think I'd be coordinated enough to do it.