Dream Journal
I was driving up my parents’ driveway, following some other cars driven by friends. I swung the corner wide and went through the trees, then back onto the road.
At my parents’ house, I turned to walk back down the road. Just ahead of me, I saw my grandparents in a white truck driving down the road. I didn’t want to catch up with them because I knew I would have to talk to them. But my wheel was very hard to control.
I pulled back on the reigns, which pulled the wheel off of the ground; but that just removed any friction and caused me to speed up.
I was then standing at the bottom of my parents’ road waiting for the school bus, just like I did while in school. There was a large table set up by the road. It was high enough that I could just barely see what was on it. I placed one object at the far back of the table.
Dana appeared and was eating some yogurt. She told me that she had baked a whole batch, and then tried to get me to come back to the house. Damon walked out from behind her looking more than concerned for me. He went to give me a big hug, and I thought this odd because he’s not much of a touchy person.
Just before he hugged me, I saw that he had shaved his goatee and left a small moustache. His lips twitched in such a way that he looked just like Marty. I told him this as he hugged me. He then asked why I was standing down at the end of the road. I said that I was waiting for the bus. He and Dana exchanged a look that screamed they were worried for my sanity.
I asked if it wasn’t 7:47 - that is when the bus comes to get us. He said that it was 7:47, but it was in the evening, not the morning. I felt foolish that I had awoken at the wrong time, and we went back to the house.
Inside, Melissa was standing in her room with Damon and I. She was wearing a t-shirt, black jeans, and had her hair up in a ponytail. I was shocked that she was here because she was supposed to be dead. I knew that she was a ghost, and that I could ask her anything just as if she were alive. I wanted to hug her, and I though of all the questions I wanted answered. But I asked her none. All I could do is stare as she interacted with Damon.
Themes: Melissa