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because i felt quite ill last night in many ways (i haven't been sleeping enough, have been dehydrated, so and so on, and by yesterday evening i could hardly even eat anything... probably not a good sign), so i went to bed early and slept for fourteen hours. throughout the late morning i woke up on and off, in turn having a variety of short dreams. i don't remember most of them, but a few that stayed with me:
in one, some people that i know and i were playing the role of flying monkeys (like in the wizard of oz). we had actual wings that folded up underneath our shirts, and the shirts had zip-off sections in the back to let the wings out. we flew out from the fine arts center at school, and the wings actually worked. i tried very hard to fly properly. (i don't fly often in my dreams, but when i do, it's consistently accomplished by pumping my legs in a bicyling motion. since i had wings this time, i was trying to use those instead of my legs, and i mostly succeeded.) the others kept stretching their arms out in front of themselves like superman and flying low to the ground in shady places, and i was frustrated with them because i was the only one who knew how to fly, and that was because i had read animorphs.
so i found thermals and flew far higher and far better than they did.
when we landed near our destination, we found ourselves in a tangle of chain-link fence alleys. by working through them we came to a shopping center. when we entered (because cutting through there was the fastest way to get where we were going), a woman told us we couldn't have those wings on inside. the other girls took theirs off entirely, but i refused, so my friend folded them back down for me and closed up the back of my shirt over them.
in another dream, i was among a group of people detained by some governmental or military authority for some kind of questioning. i do not know what the situation was, what was going on the world or why we were chosen, but they eventually decided that we would all undergo torture and then be killed.
i was in a dank greenish hallway with the other captives, most if not all of whom were also female. one wall held a row of doors that led to the torture rooms. we weren't waiting for that, though. there was a schedule of who would be taken when, and i had a while to wait yet. i was scared, and some of the girls were saying that they had been allowed to put on more comfortable clothing before they were scheduled to go in. one said, "you put on closed-toe shoes? that's a good idea." i guess so that if they beat your toes with hammers or something, it wouldn't be quite as bad.
in breathless, frightened tones, i asked an older woman who was somehow in charge if i could go back to my hotel and change into something more comfortable. she was very kind and gentle and white-haired, and she said of course i could.
i don't remember what my transportation was, but i do remember being in an airport- or bus station-like building and exchanging a ticket. i remember that the woman at the counter could tell who i was, that i was going to be put through this process soon.
back at my hotel room, the kind white-haired woman was with me again. we were discussing what was going to happen, but i don't remember what she said. it seems there was almost an air of peace, though; that this was something that had to happen and there was nothing we could do about it. i do remember thinking, "this can't happen. this is ridiculous. things like this can't actually happen." and then remembering that this has happened, this systematic torture and killing, in concentration camps and other similar situations. then i was glad that at least there was some order to this, and a kind person like the white-haired woman.
in the last dream before i woke up, i was on a hot street in late summer in the town where i go to school. i decided to walk home (not to the building i lived in this past year, but the one i'll be in next year) and started down another street. soon a person who graduated this year and who i do not particularly like was walking with me. i didn't especially dislike him in the dream, though. for some reason we were trying to walk quickly, and speed was facilitated by moving our arms like we were swimming. he teased me because i paddled my arms like i was doggy-paddling, but i said at least i was moving faster than he was.
when we got to the house he was gone, and i sat down at a picnic table under an awning, which is not actually there in reality. other arts & humanities kids were sitting there as well. one girl i know pointed at my t-shirt and asked where i had gotten it. it was a shirt for a certain festival which occurs in this town every year, and during which the dream was taking place; i told her they had been selling them earlier but had run out. she seemed disappointed.
in one, some people that i know and i were playing the role of flying monkeys (like in the wizard of oz). we had actual wings that folded up underneath our shirts, and the shirts had zip-off sections in the back to let the wings out. we flew out from the fine arts center at school, and the wings actually worked. i tried very hard to fly properly. (i don't fly often in my dreams, but when i do, it's consistently accomplished by pumping my legs in a bicyling motion. since i had wings this time, i was trying to use those instead of my legs, and i mostly succeeded.) the others kept stretching their arms out in front of themselves like superman and flying low to the ground in shady places, and i was frustrated with them because i was the only one who knew how to fly, and that was because i had read animorphs.
so i found thermals and flew far higher and far better than they did.
when we landed near our destination, we found ourselves in a tangle of chain-link fence alleys. by working through them we came to a shopping center. when we entered (because cutting through there was the fastest way to get where we were going), a woman told us we couldn't have those wings on inside. the other girls took theirs off entirely, but i refused, so my friend folded them back down for me and closed up the back of my shirt over them.
in another dream, i was among a group of people detained by some governmental or military authority for some kind of questioning. i do not know what the situation was, what was going on the world or why we were chosen, but they eventually decided that we would all undergo torture and then be killed.
i was in a dank greenish hallway with the other captives, most if not all of whom were also female. one wall held a row of doors that led to the torture rooms. we weren't waiting for that, though. there was a schedule of who would be taken when, and i had a while to wait yet. i was scared, and some of the girls were saying that they had been allowed to put on more comfortable clothing before they were scheduled to go in. one said, "you put on closed-toe shoes? that's a good idea." i guess so that if they beat your toes with hammers or something, it wouldn't be quite as bad.
in breathless, frightened tones, i asked an older woman who was somehow in charge if i could go back to my hotel and change into something more comfortable. she was very kind and gentle and white-haired, and she said of course i could.
i don't remember what my transportation was, but i do remember being in an airport- or bus station-like building and exchanging a ticket. i remember that the woman at the counter could tell who i was, that i was going to be put through this process soon.
back at my hotel room, the kind white-haired woman was with me again. we were discussing what was going to happen, but i don't remember what she said. it seems there was almost an air of peace, though; that this was something that had to happen and there was nothing we could do about it. i do remember thinking, "this can't happen. this is ridiculous. things like this can't actually happen." and then remembering that this has happened, this systematic torture and killing, in concentration camps and other similar situations. then i was glad that at least there was some order to this, and a kind person like the white-haired woman.
in the last dream before i woke up, i was on a hot street in late summer in the town where i go to school. i decided to walk home (not to the building i lived in this past year, but the one i'll be in next year) and started down another street. soon a person who graduated this year and who i do not particularly like was walking with me. i didn't especially dislike him in the dream, though. for some reason we were trying to walk quickly, and speed was facilitated by moving our arms like we were swimming. he teased me because i paddled my arms like i was doggy-paddling, but i said at least i was moving faster than he was.
when we got to the house he was gone, and i sat down at a picnic table under an awning, which is not actually there in reality. other arts & humanities kids were sitting there as well. one girl i know pointed at my t-shirt and asked where i had gotten it. it was a shirt for a certain festival which occurs in this town every year, and during which the dream was taking place; i told her they had been selling them earlier but had run out. she seemed disappointed.