the first dream I've remembered in a while
I was on stage with a bunch of other children (I was a child). It was the stage of my old elementary school. It wasn't a play; we were just play-ing. One of the boys was freaking out because he had lost track of his leader (another girl). I told him we had to lead ourselves. At some point I felt myself nudged towards the edge of the stage, but I didn't fight it. I tumbled down to the floor, where a bunch of kids had set up a Hell with chairs and sheets and red lights. I passed through Hell, not minding it at all, for it was cooler there than on stage. But it was crowded so I moved on, further towards the back of the auditorium. It was even cooler back there. I saw one boy lying on the floor, relaxing. I asked him why more children didn't choose to 'live' there. He said, "Because it's the ocean, of course, so unless you're a fish..." (evidently he was). Disappointed, I headed back up to the stage. Someone was cleaning up clutter, and I tried to save the things I wanted, like stickers and containers full of glitter. But there was broken glass in the way, and I swallowed some by mistake. I vomited blood off the side of the stage, next to a Christmas tree. The other children recoiled in disgust. I hoped my parents would come pick me up soon.