But this one has been in my head all day, which doesn't usually happen when it didn't involve some form of sexual intercourse.
It was a really nice dream in the sense that it was oddly fully satisfying. I think that's why it's stuck with me. I knew from the moment it started what I was trying to accomplish, and unlike many of those dreams where I start out with that goal and have to reach it in the particular manner required, I managed to do what I had to do.
I was in a school. I hesitate boarding school, but the more I think about it the more that's the term that comes to mind. There were uniforms, though at the time I wasn't in one. It was the end of the schoolday and I had to very urgently get somewhere. It was probably a Friday, because that fits in my head.
I don't want to say it was another world entirely. That wouldn't be correct. Not for the dream.
I need to gather my words very carefully on this, because I want to effectively convey the FEELINGS I experienced in this dream, and I very rarely feel things in dreams.
The environment surrounding me was one of those days in spring that probably belongs in summer and means summer is very, very close--though not quite here, obviously, since I was still in school. The air was thick with humidity, but it was a rich, warm humidity combined with a steady, strong spring breeze that made you feel sleepy and incredibly active at the same time. Not exactly awake. Or alert. Your mind doesn't need to be working. It's a feeling where your mind can take a backseat to whatever you're doing and you engage in a purely physical activity that you know you can do for as long as you want without getting tired out.
And that's exactly what I was doing. I was in normal clothes and running through school hallways, down on a first level. I was in a gym area, just entering into the area behind it where there are gym lockers and gym showers. I was right behind the school stadium that sat on the school football field. I hung a sharp right into the long, broad hallway of concrete, where the shower rooms were located on either side. I darted into the girl showers, or rather the long locker room right beside it.
Dream distortion kicked in here and that room was ridiculously long, though only in perception. I SAW that it was long, but passed through it in a very short amount of time.
This whole time I knew exactly where I was going, and the wonderful thing about it was there was no specific TIME LIMIT. There are those dreams where you have to get something done within this amount of time or the world is going to end or you'll be eaten or something. There was none of that. My urgency arose purely from excitement, excitement at getting out of there and getting to where I was going.
As I passed through the locker room behind the girl showers, the air thick now with shower humidity, but still with a strong breeze from the door I'd left open, I passed a friend who actually exists in real life and who actually behaved in the dream convincingly as she does in real life.
She asked where I was going in such a hurry. And, since this person is actually someone I don't hang out with anymore, as they've turned out to be an unhealthy individual, I outright told her it was none of her business. She laughed off my smirking rudeness, as I imagine she would in life, and repeated her inquiry. I proceeded to ignore it and kept running.
I do enjoy running about in life, but the problem is I'm stupidly out of shape and my lungs begin to burn within minutes. /A/ minute, in fact. In the dream, my lungs felt constantly full of refreshing air. I could run around the world if I wanted. This felt, in the dream, not implausible, but actually due to adrenaline from excitement. This added to the vividness of it.
My friend, or ex-friend, whatever have you, had just gotten dressed herself and started pursuing me, which is where her similarity to her irl ended--I doubt she'd literally drop everything and just run after me without knowing more about wherever I was going.
Instead of being irritated, I actually welcomed the challenge, because I knew the environment I was heading into and I knew I could easily ditch her.
At the end of the girls' shower locker room was another door I darted through, and this lead to a back hallway no one ever used. This was another long, long hallway, and at the end of it was rich green and golden light.
I knew my pursuer was still behind me and would discover this place, but it didn't matter. I ran for the light, another round of adrenaline pumping through me as I did so.
My dreams usually can't hold up under significant environment changes, so this was the moment of truth for me--I was in a sense slightly conscious for this. I knew that getting through that opening would decide whether or not I would actually get where I was going.
It held. It was wonderful.
The world opened up in what turned out to be the back of the school, which was slap up against a few blocks of just dead city. These blocks lead into the slums immediately nearby.
These slums were covered in flora. I have no idea why or how and it didn't matter. There were thick vines and trees and bushes and all sorts of life blanketing whole walls, devouring foundations and sidewalks and fences, grass punching through the carpeting in ground-floor apartments--nature had completely infiltrated this place. And it was like it was just accepted. Normal. People lived here and lived with it.
I loved it.
I kept running, and running, and I could smell and feel the coming of summer everywhere, in my lungs, on my skin, ruffling through my clothes. Still aware of the girl pursuing me, I started pulling some ridiculous athletics that I was completely capable of in my dream. Other than just running a lot faster and better than I actually can, I vaulted fences, ran along the tops of them, basically screwed her over with agility and superior knowledge of the environment.
I knew exactly who I was going to see and where I was going to get to him.
I unfortunately didn't finish the dream and actually reach him. But the point was, I knew I WAS going to reach him. I was absolutely certain of this, and despite waking up before I could, I felt no disappointment.
He had the familiarity and importance of an old friend, but I have the feeling I had only known him several months to a year, only however long I'd actually been attending the boarding school. I don't know how he met or what his name was. I just know I was going to get there and see him and we'd hang out during the weekend and have a good time, and breathe in the thick, warm, sleepy spring air together.
He was a sort of punk with a questionable lifestyle and his head was shaved except for one hank of fuschia hair that hang over the right side of his face, from about the top of his ear to his right eyebrow. He wore a fishnet shirt, tight black jeans, had some piercings, and was a sweet, interesting, sexy guy. I've taken to calling him Ian.
As I've thought about it through the day I've given him an occupation--club owner and he tends his own bar in it--and as for background, he was a prostitute for some time and got out of it by starting his own business and the bouncers he hired for his club do a good job of looking after him. He's considering hiring a body guard as sometimes bits of his past try to catch up with him.
I doubt my part in the dream or any of that would have anything to do with an actual story, were he to get one. Then again, maybe it might.
Also, here. Have some bits of my brainspace.
These are to share, Mek. LOOK AT ME. TO SHARE.
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