Dream Journal
I hurried to get to class. Showed up and it was Jazz Band: I was early, but I sat down at the piano and started dinking around when Mr. Searle handed me some sheet music. I looked around and saw that Ryan wasn’t there and because I was sitting at the piano I was to fill in for him. I was worried about having to sight read all of this music, but figured I would give it my best.
After band class I made my way to my second class. There were only a small handful of people in the class, and we all stood in a small room. When class started, I looked up and saw Michael come into the room and move to the front of the class. I dropped my gaze to the floor, slightly embarrassed that I had not known he was teaching the class.
He explained to everyone what we would be doing today, and how we would quickly and effortlessly get down the mountain. I looked up and caught his eye; he was not surprised to see me in his class.
Michael handed every person a large round piece of fabric. We were to hold onto our fabric pieces a specific way as we jumped off of the mountain.
At the top of the mountain, I could see the beauty of the mountain range for many miles. I briefly wondered how we had gotten so far up the mountain in such a secluded area.
I stood and watched the people before me jump: they fell only a short distance before they and their piece of cloth disappeared. When it was my turn, I jumped and almost immediately found myself at the bottom of the mountain. The piece of cloth acted as a transporter.
Back at home, some evil people were coming to kill an older volunteer, Meg. I still had my piece of cloth, and decided to use it to jump down the small canyon and escape the evil people. Meg, Melissa, and I ran over to the edge. I told them both to grab on to me and we jumped.
When we jumped, Melissa’s hold on my arm was not firm enough and she let go. I tried to grab on to her before Meg and I were transported, but I was unable to grab her. Once on the ground she was nowhere to be found.
After making sure Meg was safe, I went back to my room at my parents’ house and fell into bed. I slept and had a very long and upsetting dream. When I woke, I went into the computer room and, lying on the piano bench underneath some blankets in the middle of the room, checked my email.
I saw that I had an email from Michael. This piqued my interest as I had not gotten an email from him in a very long time. I saw that he had copied out the dream I had had the night before and, highlighting one specific spot, said that I had yelled that exact line in my sleep the night before.
I could remember mumbling in my sleep, but not that I had yelled anything, though I wasn’t surprised. Then the door opened and in walked Michael. He walked around me and I, continually turning so I could see him, told him that I figured I had yelled something in my sleep.
He sat leaning against the arm of the couch, his legs stretched out. I reached over and grabbed his arm, putting my arm between his and his torso. I knew I shouldn’t be touching him, but it was nice to do so. I was happy to see him again, and I smiled.