Dream Journal
B, Melissa and I were all at Fred Meyers doing some shopping. They both decided that they didn’t want to be there anymore and B would drive them both home. They knew that I needed to do some shopping done, so they were going to leave me. I was hesitant in saying ok because they were my only ride back home. They had thought about this as well, and said that they would send Damon back to pick me up.
They left the store and about five minutes later I was done shopping; I checked out and only had a few items in a small plastic bag. I kept wondering why they couldn’t wait around for five lousy minutes. I walked outside, the day was very sunny and clear, but Damon was not sitting there to give me a ride. I decided that I would start walking, and surely he would see me as he drove by.
After walking for some time, I found myself inside an old choir room that was a part of a junior high school. Melissa, B, and a high school friend Tina were in there and were practicing playing the harpsichord with a few other people. Their teacher was middle aged and male. Each student didn’t have their own harpsichord, but instead had their own section on one giant harpsichord. I stood by one section intending to learn how to play a little bit. One girl across from me had her slides and rods all positioned to play her part properly. The teacher came over and yelled at her for not trusting in the music to guide her. He then slid all of her slides back up to the very top and told her to play with the music - don’t wait for the music to play with you.
I left and continued walking down the road expecting to see Damon pull over any moment. I now found myself inside of a small studio apartment. The floors were wooden but unfinished, and the ceiling insulation had not been covered. Three individuals - two females and a male, whom I do not know - were with me as if they were showing me their apartment. The ceiling was very very high, and in one corner had what looked like a stopper in it. I pushed up on the stopper with a pole to see what was on the other side, and then lowered it again. The male asked me what I was doing. I told him that I was looking for possible escape routes.
He somehow managed to climb up into the rafters of the ceiling. Now, instead of insulation, the ceiling was covered in long two by fours. None of which were connected to the rafters. As this guy walked along the ceiling, some of the boards threatened to fall from beneath his feet. I watched as he rolled around on top of the boards and almost fell to the floor. I turned towards the other two standing near the front door, the girl wearing nothing but pink panties. She was complaining that the neighbors walk around naked all the time and don’t close their curtains. I looked at her attire and told her that she does the same thing. Upset, I left their apartment.
Resuming my walk, I finally made it all the way home. A man in a white painters frock ran from my left to a fence on my right as I approached the front door. He changed into a white piece of plastic and lied there at the fence. I went inside and saw mom and Melissa. Melissa was wearing a non-elasticized small bandeau-type top with skinny straps barely holding it up. I, quite upset, asked her why she left me at the store when it would have been only a five-minute wait. She didn’t answer me, but turned to walk up the stairs. I yelled at her to answer me, acknowledge me. But she wouldn’t. I fell to the floor, pulled my knees to my chest and wept quite hard. Mom came over and told me that Melissa means nothing by it and that I shouldn’t get myself all worked up.
Melissa came back downstairs after changing her top into a tee shirt, and tried to act like everything was ok, but I wouldn’t talk to her. Jake Wise came to the door, which was open but for the screen, and asked if we had a certain special key that he has been looking for. I told him that it was right by the fence, and it was white. He searched all around the key but didn’t see it. I grabbed it and told him that this white piece of plastic was it. He was shocked but took it to his father, looking at it with wonder.
Themes: B, Left Behind, Melissa, Pam & Tina