Dream Journal
The parking lot at the high school was very full, but I managed to find a parking spot on the side of the street. I walked up the icy hill quickly, careful not to slip. I was almost late.
I followed my classmates down the hallway toward the theater stage. The auditorium was filling up with parents. I saw a girl with really long hair in front of me, and wondered how that could be when Lynea had cut her hair after graduation.
Back behind the stage, I waited with the rest of the band. I peeked out of the curtain and saw Melissa standing center stage, pacing nervously before the curtain rose. A number of band members sat around her in a semi-circle. She wore wide-leg jeans cut into assless chaps, held on only by a belt. Under her chaps she wore black panties that didn’t fully cover her butt.
I knew that she had cut the chaps more than Mom had so that she would be showing more skin. I tried to get her attention to let her know that she would be in big trouble if she performed wearing that. But she didn’t see me.
I was in a department store dressing room trying on a black bra with square cups that weren’t covering me properly no matter how much I adjusted it. I pulled a white lace covering over the bra and liked that, but the bra just wasn’t fitting well.
Jeff was drunk and lying with his back on my stomach. Giggling, I pushed him until he was lying next to me. He leaned over and kissed me, and then I pushed him away and told him no.
I was then lying in bed on my right side stroking a large erect penis. Steve’s breathing became heavier and heavier from behind me. The penis was unattached in front of me.
The phone rang. I jumped up to get it and see the clock reads 5 am. Rachael was on the phone being bubbly and excited. I pretended to be awake, yet want to complain about her early phone call.
Rachael is on the beach with her sisters. I turn on my computer and look at her webcam. She and her 3 sisters are very cute in their bathing suits. I didn’t have the energy to hold the phone to my head and had a hard time aligning the speaker with my ear, so I missed half of the conversation.
Then I was walking down the beach toward Rachael and her sisters. I looked out over the water and saw three men walking on a sandbar barely under water about 100 yards into the ocean.
Rachael told me the men were from a band shooting a music video. The men jumped into a speed boat to shoot off into the distance, but steer poorly and drove right into some trees. Rachael pointed out a camera on the cliff behind us.
Rachael told me that Love INC was closing because they were bankrupt. They had a funeral for Grant because he was dead to them for messing up and volunteers wrote epitaphs about him for the newsletter. I knew it would only be a matter of time before the organization closed.
I was then standing in a line against a wall. I move down a bit so that I am in between my mother and Misti, then sit up on the tiny ledge behind us. The woman coordinating the event barked at me to get down because the ceremony was to start and we needed to look perfect.
The curtain on the other side of the room opened and President Bush appeared standing near a dessert table. He thanked us for a job well done. One by one, we each walked up to the table to get a piece of dessert and then go sit down.
President Bush put a small spoonful of melty ice cream my bowl. I wanted to ask for more ice cream, but saw that there was very little to go around. Using the small pickle fork provided, I scooped three or four pieces of fruit into my ice cream.
On my way back to my assigned table, I realized I still had the serving fork. I wondered if I should return it, but realized that I shouldn’t after it had been on my plate.
I sat down and saw the woman after me had five slices of fruit arranged in a large circle. I wished I had thought of that.
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.
My high school band was performing. I showed up at the school in my uniform with my blue cummerbund and was handed a stack of free admission tickets for my family. I rushed out to give my family the tickets but found them already sitting in the audience; they had paid to get in.
The band was all set up in the commons area of the high school instead of on stage. I made my way to my place with the rest of the percussionists at the back of the band and found all of my equipment set up by the big fish tanks.
I knew that we were starting soon but I didn’t know what to do with the tickets. I looked to the sophomore tuba player for help, but his eyes insisted I get ready to play. I looked to Ryan who started playing the bells. I wasn’t ready.
Themes: Band
I stood at the top of some bleachers in a school gymnasium. There were three pep bands sitting in the stands doing some sort of a band play-off. I was enjoying the music when I realized the band directly below me wasn’t playing at all. The band was very small. The keyboardist wasn’t even sitting by his keyboard, the percussionist was barely tapping the bass drum.
I leaned over the ledge and tried to coax the drummer to pound on the drum loud enough that I could hear him. I asked the keyboardist why he wasn’t playing. I told him that the band needed him and they could not do it without him because he was the melody.
The other members of the band were pretty nerdy looking and weren’t interested in playing music. I wanted them to win.
Themes: Band
The high school band class was arranged into a giant L-shaped seating arrangement. I found my way to where the other tuba players were sitting and tried to grab a seat. Rachael from work was sitting in one of the chairs. I wondered why she was sitting there because she didn’t even play the tuba.
I asked her to move down one seat so that I could sit down. She moved but another band member immediately filled the seat. I asked her to move down again, and again the empty seat was taken. She wouldn’t give up her seat, so I went to the other side of the arrangement to find a seat.
On the other side sat Karen from work. She was the center of a growing group of people, talking about her weekend. I wondered why she was here because she wasn’t in the band and was moving away in a few days.
I tried to ask her to move and give me her seat, but I couldn’t get Karen’s attention. I finally found a seat, but realized I was still wearing my prescription sunglasses. I made my way to the conductor’s table, where my eyeglass case was sitting, and exchanged my sunglasses for a special pair of prescription band glasses.
I accidentally grabbed the conductor’s glasses, but they didn’t fit. My special band glasses were smaller than reading glasses and made of a very thin, very expensive metal. I pushed them up my nose as far as I could and was able to make my way back to my seat. I wondered how I would read the music with my skinny glasses sitting so high on my nose.
I stood in a trench in the floor. It was three feet wide and too long to see the end. There was a bunch of machinery in it that encouraged me to travel down the trench.
When I got to the end, the machinery stopped moving toward me but kept working. From below the machinery it pushed some credit and identification type cards. They moved as though on a conveyor belt, disappearing under me and reappearing below the machinery.
I picked up one of the cards, a black one, and saw that it had my name stamped onto its surface. It was my debit card. That made me realize that all of the cards going past me were mine… I had brought my purse into the trench with me, but must have lost it along the way. I started grabbing up all the cards that came by, but then the machinery stopped.
I was dismayed that I had lost a lot of my cards, though couldn’t remember how many I was supposed to have. I turned around and saw B standing at the edge of the trench. He leaned down and helped pull me out of the trench. There wasn’t much floor space where he was standing, but he sat down against the wall and I sat straddling his lap.
He pulled me closer and I could feel his erection through both of our jeans. He told me that he had missed me. I pushed closer to him and orgasmed, causing him to orgasm. We had our heads turned in the same direction - to my right.
Themes: Band
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
I was in the back of the high school band room playing the xylophone. A girl on my right asked some incoherent question wondering something regarding playing with four mallets. After her unintelligible rambling, I told her no. Searle, y band instructor, was then on my left. He became upset and lectured me on how I always should use four mallets when playing the xylophone. Throughout his lecture I had to keep playing.
Themes: Band