Dream Journal
I am sitting in the middle of my Junior High School gymnasium during my High School graduation ceremony. I am sitting in the row against the back wall and notice that no one is wearing a gown. There ceremony finishes and we all stand up to cheer.
I turn to KatiAnn on my left and we embrace. I am so excited about graduating that I give her a kiss on the lips; she pulls away slightly disturbed but mostly confused. I turn to my right and give Izzy a big hug and a kiss on the lips.
Jon, sitting in the row in front of us, turns towards me eager for a hug and kiss: he manages to slip me his tongue. I pull away laughing, and tell him that he better watch out; if B finds out what he did, Jon will be in major trouble.
I lean behind Izzy and give Ryan a big hug as well. I tilt my head up to give him a kiss, but he is distracted and our lips barely touch. He lets go of me, turns from our group, and leaves the gym. I feel upset that he doesn’t care much about the group and me.
A band on stage starts playing and I make my way to the front of the gym. I am enjoying the music and really want to play my djembe with them.
I walk into the side aisle and bend down to unbuckle my heels. I am wearing a flowing skirt. I start toward the stage, but the band ends its set. I bend down and re-buckle my shoes. Someone then says how much I should play with the band and then the lead singer starts a song all by himself. I bend down and unbuckle my shoes.
When I stand back up, there is another percussionist on stage playing hand drums. She has short brown hair, is good on her drums, and has a wide variety of drums to play on. I bend down, buckle my shoes again, and go sit in the front row.
People then started screaming, “Fire!” I looked up as everyone was running towards the exits while the band played on. I got up and went to the main entrance in time to see the principal and teachers go outside and lock the doors, locking everyone inside with the fire.
I go back to my seat in the front row and pick up my djembe. My right arm is very stiff and I have problems using it to play. My left arm is relaxed and loose, but my right arm is so very tight. I feel frustrated that I cannot control my right arm.
I get up and see that the gymnasium is empty but for Jayme, Sarah, and me. I walk back to them and they ask me where their father, Dick, is. I hadn’t seen him.
Themes: Band