Dream Journal
I was in a high school gymnasium (not the high school I had attended) during a basketball game. I was standing up in the bleachers with my friends Pam and Tina. We weren’t talking - just standing. Pam was going to say something, and I knew that it was going to be about her needing to go to bed really soon. Instead, she said that we all had to leave, acting as if we were standing in her bedroom.
I was mad not because she didn’t say what I thought she was going to, but because she was drastically truncating our visit. She reached out toward me to give me a hug and she said something like ‘you’re a great person’ or ‘you’re a great friend’. I was so maddened by this that I shook my head in disgust and backed away so that she couldn’t hug me.
I left the school and was outside walking to my car. The evening was dark already but not cold. I don’t know what time of the year it was. I heard someone coming out of the doors just behind me, and I was certain that it was Pam trying to catch up with me. I didn’t speed up, but I didn’t slow my pace, either. I then realized that I had locked my keys in my car. I saw about 100 meters beside the main entrance was a lighted area with a few pay phones. I walked toward them in order to call home all the while expecting Pam to catch up with me. But then the person was gone, and I realized that it hadn’t been Pam at all, only someone else going to their car. I was disappointed that she hadn’t been pursuing me.
I reached the phones and picked up the receiver to call home. I started to dial the number, but couldn’t remember what it was. My current phone number was on the tip of my mind, but it wouldn’t come out. I pulled out a few thick telephone books to see if I could find it in one of them. There were a few people there now as well, and they offered to help. We sat at a table directly in front of the phone for some time looking for the number when I looked up and saw that there were a lot of people waiting for the telephone - the one I was blocking. I apologized and moved out of the way, letting a guy get on the phone.
At that moment the phone number popped into my head. However, this number was my mom’s phone number, not my current one. But my dreaming self was convinced that this was what I needed to remember. I got back on the phone and dialed the number. I talked to my mom for a little bit trying to arrange a way to get my car home and possibly me. I had the sense that it was very late and I had awoken her. I considered saying that Melissa would give me a ride, when I remembered that she had come with me.
I wondered where she was when Damon appeared behind my left shoulder. He said that he was getting a ride home with some friends; once there he would borrow moms car and come back to get me. I almost felt that he was drunk - a little too giddy for his own good. Definitely not a normal personality for him. I agreed to wait for him to get back here.
I turned around and then I was wearing a short white skirt, white tennis shoes with colorful scribbles on them, and white kneepads. Each kneepad had a loop that hung down about four inches from the bottom of the pad: each end of the loop was attached to one side of the pad. I had the sense that they were very important.
I was in a room with a lot of other people. It was similar to backstage of a fashion show, and I even had my own ‘area’ in which to change and stuff. I approached my area and bent down to fiddle with my shoe. The guy whose area was to my immediate right saw me and squatted with me, grinning. He was romantically interested in me - I didn’t tell him that I was married, but I definitely didn’t hide my wedding ring.
We talked for some time, and I decided to change my shoes. I had two other people helping me change, and the new shoes I was to put on were black stiletto sandals. But at the bottom of the tiny heel was a small flat piece, making the heel look like a capital “L” when viewing the shoe from the side. But I couldn’t get my foot into it because all the straps wouldn’t lie where they were supposed to lie.
Themes: Pam & Tina