Dream Journal
I was going on a school trip and was at the airport with my classmates. They in a long line filling out blue comment cards and were told to bring them to the gate. They comment cards were optional and I didn’t want to fill one out.
At boarding time, I handed my ID to the agent, but he wouldn’t take it and told me to stand back. I didn’t understand him and asked why he was taking IDs and comment cards from everyone else. My boyfriend caught my gaze as he handed over his ID and card. He was worried that I would not make it onto the flight.
I couldn’t hear his explanation because the agent told me to keep stepping back. In the back of my mind I knew that they wouldn’t let me on because I didn’t fill out a comment card.
The agent pointed me to another agent who immediately told me to calm down. I told her that I wasn’t worked up, just confused and worried I wouldn’t make my flight. She said that I had become very angry.
All I wanted was to get on the plane, but it left without me. I was very upset that I didn’t make it.
Then the plane that the agent and I were standing on took off. I hadn’t known that we were on another plane. I braced myself against the counter to not fall over during take off. Two pilots, the one female agent and I were following the other plane.
The four of us were chased into the woods by a man. He came over the hill and found us in a large field of burned grass. He thought he had us, but didn’t realize it was part of the pilot’s plan: we were going to burn the bad man out.
I fell in love with the pilot. My boyfriend found the four of us at the pilot’s cabin eating lunch, He was very sad.
Themes: Left Behind
I was sitting at a large table with my family. Rodney and Jen arrived and gave everyone hugs. My dad, sitting at the table’s head, pointed them to two seats. John finally showed up, late, and looked over at the only remaining empty chair, but there is no shoulder or elbow room for someone to really sit there.
I had been pushed further and further over to make more room at the table until my small plate was right at the very corner of the table, pushing my chair out a ways. There was hardly enough room at the table for me as it was, so it would probably be better if I was moved.
Mom took John’s plate and mine and put them at a smaller round table across the room. We sat there and looked at each other, our empty plates, and the other table filled with the rest of the family. My other siblings slowly gravitated toward our table until it was full.
Heidi took Tay to the hospital for a checkup, and I offered to watch the other girls. Byrd came up to me and asked how damaging a dull pair of scissors would be to her ear; I looked up from my book and she was holding a pair of scissors at an angle on the side of her head, points down, trying to cut some hair.
I asked her why, and then I saw that she had nearly cut the top of her ear off. I was surprised it wasn’t bleeding. I took her and we went into the other room with the adults and I asked my mother if doctors could stitch up an ear. She looked up at me and I pointed to Byrd’s hanging ear.
My mother grabbed Byrd and they went off to the hospital, but not before the top of her ear falling off altogether. Everyone else followed them to the hospital, and I wandered back to the other cabin.
Two people stood in the doorway talking, and I walked around them so as not to interrupt them. When they had a break in their conversation and both looked up at me, I asked if they were aware that everyone was at the hospital because of Byrd’s ear. They looked panicked and ran off.
I sat on the couch with a book and read for a half hour or more, the house was very quiet. I suddenly realized that I should be at the hospital with everyone, too. While it would be nice to be here in case someone else came by, no one would come by because they were all at the hospital already. I jumped up to get dressed.
Themes: Dad, Left Behind, Mom
My entire extended family was at the airport getting ready to go on a trip. While waiting for the flight, I asked everyone for a fast food order and went into the McDonald’s to get some food for everyone.
It was a large food order for my large family, and when we divided it out I realized we hadn’t gotten sodas for my nieces. I returned to the fast food restaurant and waited a long time for someone to notice me so I could pick up the missing sodas. I realized it was taking too long and went back to the gate, only to find it completely empty but for my mom.
She told me that the plane had already boarded, but they were waiting for me. I collected all of the things I had been using at the gate and tried to cram them back into my backpack, but they didn’t really fit. I shoved everything in as best I could, but when I went through the last security checkpoint, the security guards riffled through my backpack and made everything even more difficult to fit.
I couldn’t even zip the zipper while walking down the ramp when I remembered I had left something behind the flight attendants’ desk in the gate. I ran back and apologized to the security guard.
I slipped behind the desk and grabbed the few things I had left. I looked around frantically for some way to incorporate my additional items into my already bulging backpack, but couldn’t find a way. A flight attendant appeared behind me and urged me to hurry because the plane wouldn’t wait much longer.
I asked the attendant for a plastic bag or something for my things, and she managed to find a paper bag. “Perfect!” I exclaimed. I started putting the items I was holding into the bag when I saw a huge pile of my stuff under the desk. I wouldn’t be able to fit all of it, so I had to decide what I wanted to take and what I wanted to leave. I knew that whatever I left would be gone for good, and had a very difficult time deciding.
Panicked, I managed to cram the paper bag full with shoes and books and knick knacks and ran down the boarding ramp, briefly aware that security didn’t look through my new bag and thinking that I could have stuffed a bomb into my paper sack and they wouldn’t have known.
I stopped at the end of the ramp because the door to the plane was closed and locked. I turned around and the flight attendant beckoned me another way, a secret way. I followed her around a corner, and we stopped at an elevator door that would take me directly to the plane. My mom stood there waiting for me, and she scolded me for running so late. I was on the verge of tears, upset for almost missing the flight, making my family wait for me, and leaving a lot of my stuff behind.
The elevator doors opened and we got inside, but I had dropped something in the hallway. When I quickly stepped out to get it, the elevator doors closed behind me and I was left in the hallway. The flight attendant told me that it would come back down, not to worry, and then she walked away.
When the elevator doors reopened, I wasn’t sure if I should go alone, or where to even get out. I stepped in and the elevator floor was rickety and unsafe. Crying, I closed my eyes and pressed a random button, hoping everything was going to work out fine.
Themes: Airplane/Airport, Left Behind
B and I agreed to drive Jason through town to pick up his truck. I drove my car and Jason went with B in B’s truck, following me.
I did not know exactly where Jason’s truck was, but knew that it was somewhere downtown. I pulled past a parking lot, backed up, and found a parking spot. The parking lot was deserted but for my car and there was no other traffic.
I got out of my car and could not see B’s truck anywhere. I walked down the street the way I had come looking for B and Jason. I thought I saw our truck turn a corner at the end of a cross street and started after them.
I turned the corner, and turned again at the next block. This street was in the middle of Autumn even though it should have been the middle of Summer.
All of the leaves were turning colors and falling to the ground, and many of the trees had either fallen into the street or were hanging extremely low. I had to duck to go under most of them. As I walked by Bob’s house I knew that he and his sin were the cause of the season change.
I walked through the trees by my grandparents’ home. I walked by my parents’ old house and saw dresses, my and Melissa’s old dresses, still strung up on the laundry line. I knew all of the clothes had been hanging there for years, since my parents had moved, and wondered if anyone would come back to this abandoned home and remove all of our belongings.
I walked up the trail we had used to get to the school bus and emerged at the bottom of my mother’s lawn. I walked into the basement door, up the stairs, and found my mom in the kitchen.
I went to her, crying, and told her how B had left me behind, hadn’t even waited for me to catch up. I was distraught and could hardly catch my breath from the giant sobs. I felt very angry and betrayed.
My mom explained that it wasn’t purposeful, and that he would be back. I could tell that she knew where he had gone, but she wouldn’t tell me.
I saw him drive up the road in a dark blue van and pulled into my mom’s parking spot. He grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down. He appeared very laid back and was not concerned about losing me. I yelled at him for leaving me behind, and he looked right into my eyes for the first time since he arrived and said, “It isn’t every day that your father kills someone.”
He and my mom knew what he meant by this, and assumed that I knew as well. I was furious that they wouldn’t explain. I yelled incoherently through my sobs. I knew that my anger was not penetrating his nonchalance, so I flipped him off and walked away.
Themes: B, Dad, Left Behind, Mom
B and I were visiting the Church of Christ in Wasilla. On our way inside I noticed two toilets sitting on top of stumps in the yard behind the church building. There were no walls around them.
Everyone moved around a lot during the service, but not in a dancing sort of way. It was more like everyone randomly changed pews. Everyone loved having us there visiting with my parents.
A woman up front held a bell like a microphone and invited B and I up front. As we stood up B bolted out the back door, leaving me standing there alone. I went up front without him, angry that he had weaseled out of this uncomfortable situation.
She prayed over me for a very long time while 80s music played in the background. I sank to my knees in front of her and raised my arms hoping that it would all be over soon. Everyone was dismissed to go to Sunday School and I saw a few women sitting on the commodes out back.
My hair was very pretty and curly. I followed my parents home. In the downstairs bathroom I saw a set of lights hanging over the sink that haven’t worked in years. There was a lot of stuff in that bathroom that hadn’t been used in years.
I grabbed a screwdriver and took down the broken lights, ripping them from the wall when it wouldn’t come off. I took all of the old stuff down.
Themes: B, Left Behind, Toilet
B was at home with a bad back and the apartment roof collapsed. The landlords were in the process of fixing the broken roof when I couldn’t find B. I looked in the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and living room, everywhere. I was very concerned that he didn’t tell me he was gone.
A little boy stayed at my apartment that afternoon. He was 6 years old and named Riley. While playing with him, I noticed there was a message on the answering machine. I played it and heard a message from the union hall about a union meeting that afternoon. I wondered why B didn’t tell me.
My mother and father came in the door all dressed up as though for church. I was in tears and very upset. I asked them where they went for so long, and they told me that they went to the meeting. They both looked and acted distracted. I asked why they didn’t take me—I would have enjoyed it. I asked where B was, and they said he was coming soon.
B walked in the door with Danny Stroud, and I was angry. I asked him where he was, why he didn’t take me, and didn’t he think that I might have liked to go with them? He tried to convince me that I didn’t want to go, but I really did. I felt abandoned. I knew he didn’t want me with him, and that no one understood why I was hurt.
I put on some music for the little boy to go to bed, and the song that played had his name in it. It was the one tape that he would fall asleep to. I pulled his friend, named Thomas, up onto the bed as well, and told him that I needed to find a song with his name in it.
Themes: B, Left Behind
I was with a small group of people on the side of a hill when one of the group members needed to use a restroom. I asked if there was a bathroom nearby and was told that there was one at the reservoir. As we drove there, I told the little girl in our group a story about how I used to swim at the reservoir when I was younger, but now no one was allowed to do that.
We followed a dirt path toward the reservoir and went through a large metal gate. There was a large one-story cement building with many doors surrounding the reservoir.
We hopped out of the van and a security guard approached us and asked for our identification before we would be admitted. I told him that my driver’s license was in the van and went back to get it. I rummaged through my purse until I found it, and then returned to the guard.
I handed my identification to him; he looked at the picture, then at me, and asked me if I was really born in 1959 and if my name was really [male name]. Confused, I grabbed the driver’s license back from him and saw that it was not mine.
I told the guard that this was not my identification, and I did not know why it was in my purse. I went back to the van and looked for a long time for my license. When I finally found it, I walked back over to the building to find that all of the people who had previously been milling about were no longer there—they were presumably inside the building.
The guard was quite a ways away from the building talking to a woman in a long white coat. I considered just walking inside without showing my identification because no one would see me, but decided that I should show the guard my ID anyway.
When he saw me, I told him that the other piece of identification had been mailed to my old roommate, and it was his ID. It was a perfectly logical explanation, and I was proud to have remembered it.
The guard let me inside and I headed straight for the bathroom because I knew I would find my group there. The restroom was quite large and bright. There were two sides: the left led to the toilets and the right to something else. I went to the left and scooped the little girl that was in our group up into my arms as she waited for her mother.
Themes: Left Behind, Toilet
I was driving with a group of people in a blue fourteen-passenger van from Anchorage to Fairbanks. Near halfway, we stopped at a house filled with African American orphan boys. The living room of the home had been converted into a large gymnasium where the orphans practiced tricks on the tightrope and trapeze.
The oldest orphan came up to me and we spoke for a while; there didn’t seem to be any adults in the house. I agreed to take him with us to Fairbanks.
When we drove into Fairbanks, I realized that Melissa was no longer with the group. We had lost her during the trip somewhere between the orphanage and Fairbanks. I knew she didn’t have her cell phone with her, but I did not know where her cell phone was.
I called all of the places we stopped on the trip, but no one has seen her. I suggested to Damon that we try to call her cell phone and see if someone answers—hopefully it would be the person she gave her cell phone to. Damon asked me what her number was, and the number I gave him belongs to my dad’s cell phone in the waking life.
I call her cell phone from a pay phone and a woman answers. I knew that she was a fifty-year-old waitress in a Nevada truck stop wearing a bright red blouse and a lot of makeup. She said that Melissa had been there but had continued on to Hollywood.
It was so far away, and I knew I would never see her again.
Themes: Left Behind, Melissa
I went into the basement of the local building supply store (the SBS store in Homer) with a friend to buy some molding materials. She was a new friend of mine. We waited in line at the front counter to speak with the two older male employees about the supplies, then my mother showed up. She went into the back of the store with my friend.
When I got to the front of the line, the two employees reminisced about the help I gave the store when I was in high school. They kept mentioning how they loved the one aisle I decorated with pink and purple streamers.
While they raved about how great I am, I could see my mom and friend piling boxes onto a dolly full of stuff I had come to buy. I knew that my mom is doing all of my stuff without me, but I pretended to not notice in hopes that she will let me know what is going on. She wheeled the dolly right past me and to the checkout line.
I turned around, looked through mom’s tall pile, and asked her why she had all this stuff. She told me it was for my project. She didn’t look concerned that I was upset about not being informed.
I ran off through the store crying huge, heaping sobs and Damon ran after me. I chose a complicated and winding path through the store to lose him and then ran out the back emergency exit into the ally. It was nighttime.
Damon had anticipated I would go this way, but because of my evasive maneuvers he was ahead of me. I hid in a dark corner to cry. He finally saw me behind him and ran up to me.
Themes: Left Behind
B was an outlaw of some kind and I fell in love with him. We were soul mates and were going to get married. But then he gets caught and is on run. I went to his secret hideout - which was a few beds in my grandmother’s garage - and hid. I started to crawl under one of the beds, but decided to get in one instead. I closed my eyes and waited for him to return.
The room is pitch black as I waited. At last he comes to the hideout. I am very sad that he is going to be taken from me. I cried from the depths of my soul. A man showed up and arrested B then led him off to a row of shacks outside.
It is nighttime, dark. I pleaded for mercy, but the law enforcer doesn’t give it. He physically drops B into a tiny shack that already has one occupant. He tells me that B and the occupant, a woman, will be getting married because they will be spending years together in a tiny shack.
B accepts this fate too quickly and I am very mad that he doesn’t fight for himself or for me. I returned to the shacks years later to see him. They had two dirty children and had been upgraded to a larger shack. I wanted him to look at me, to catch my eye, but he wouldn’t. As if he didn’t even remember me.
Themes: B, Left Behind
B and I were in a nice, large apartment. One afternoon, there were a lot of people in the parking lot, and a few of them had chosen to park either in our spots or directly behind us such that we were unable to leave. I went to the neighbors to ask them to move the cars.
Everyone has outside doors to their apartments. Inside theirs was a staircase. I followed the man, woman, and young boy up three floors and I could tell there were at least two more. Each floor was quite small and the staircase was circular and right in the center of each floor.
Each floor was quite small - large enough for each room. I wondered if all of these floors were theirs, or if each floor was rented to different people. We sat down on the third floor in silence.
Back in my own apartment, I saw yellow sports car back out from behind our red car in the parking lot. The yellow car spun a few circles, and sped off. Then our red car did the same. Thinking it was being stolen, I raced outside only to see our car disappearing down the road.
Back inside I noticed that B was gone. I figured that he had jumped into our car to follow the person in the yellow car. But after a few hours he still wasn’t back; I was angry with him for going off like that without telling me.
I opened the front door to look for the car, and standing right there was our friend Izzy. I was shocked that he would be on our doorstep after so many years of not talking with him. He came inside and sat down in the living room. I went into the kitchen to prepare him some food.
The kitchen was extremely long and skinny. I peeked around the wall into the living room and asked him if he saw how long the kitchen was. He replied in the affirmative.
B drove into the parking lot. I ran out to meet him, crying in my worry and anger of him being gone so long. He had a piece of cardboard over his right eye; I reached up and removed it.
He cried out in pain and replaced it. He told me how when he was out he got two ticks, one in his ear and one on his lower eyelid. He had pulled them out, and they caused him great pain. He showed me a small white little bug that didn’t look like any tick I recognized.
It had dug its fingernails into his flesh. When he had pulled them out, the fingernails had gotten some rubbery quality and extended quite some length. They had broken away from the body of the bug but remained in his skin.
I reached up to feel his ear, and could feel two sharp fingernails still attached. I gently worked them out.
Themes: B, Left Behind
B and I were at a garage sale and standing in someone’s living room. Next to their Christmas tree was a big box (as though a large recliner chair had come in it) filled with smaller cardboard boxes. These boxes turn out to be a large train set. B wants to get it and bring it home, but I say that we shouldn’t because it is too big. He gets quite upset at this and he quits talking to me.
We left through a different door than we had entered. We walked down the driveway going downhill. It was break-up season, and there were very muddy ruts in the road. B was being mean to me, but I couldn’t say what he was doing to be mean. We turned left at the end of the driveway, left again, and were now walking uphill on an even muddier road.
We came to a stream, which he crosses easily, but he leaves me behind. I start to cross but slip and fall. I end up on my hands and knees in the mud crying so hard that my throat hurts. He stands on the other side of the stream looking at me with disdain, pity and disgust. I cry. And cry. And cry. (I awoke mad at him, realized it was a dream, and fell back asleep.)
I am now at my grandmothers home standing on the ledge by the door to the tophouse of our boat (which is in my grandmothers house). Standing next to me is my brother Damon and I am telling him all about the garage sale train set dream. We are looking down on my grandparents’ two garage doors. One door is white and the other brown. A bunch of family members are planning on painting the brown door white.
Someone, referring to my dream, says that it is impossible to have an IN door and an OUT door in a home. Damon disagrees and points to the two garage doors of grandmas - one is for driving in, the other for driving out. They are this way so you don’t have to back up once you are inside the garage. I worry about getting paint on carpet.
Themes: B, Left Behind
I was helping Rhonda and Monica carry some boxes from to their cars. Rhonda asked me if I was coming with them, and I jumped at the opportunity to get out of the office.
I ran back inside to grab my stuff, and seeing that it was late in the day and I wouldn’t be able to get back to the office before losing, I took all of my stuff and closed down for the day.
Back in the parking lot, I saw Monica and KB were in their own cars and driving away. KB waved for me to follow. I went over to my parking space but my car was gone. I scanned the parking lot wondering where my car was, if someone had stolen it.
I used my keychain and pressed the lock button repeatedly to see if I could hear my car honk. I could hear its faint honk and discovered it on the other side of the building parked in the decorative gravel.
I put my stuff in the back seat and, still standing next to my car, tried to put my corset on over my bra. I turned around and two guys from high school were standing there, and one had a camera shoved up close to my bra.
I leaned back over the hood of my car and looked from the camera to the other guy and told them that it wasn’t even all the way on yet. I stood back up and pulled the corset around me, asked the guy with the camera to help with the clasps all the way up the back. He fumbled with it for a while until it was all clasped up.
I worried that I was pretty late in following KB and Monica, and told the two guys that I had to go. I drove across town and was in the field behind my parents’ house trying to catch up to KB. I had no idea how far behind I was, and didn’t know if I would find her in time.
Themes: Left Behind
I was on a small airplane and we were getting ready to land. There was only one seat on each side of the plane and B was sitting across from me. We were returning home from our honeymoon. The stewardess said that she had an announcement to make that would take only fifteen minutes before landing. I had wanted to change my clothes before landing, but decided that this message the stewardess had was more important and changing could wait. She talked for some time, mentioning that at the end of the flight some ice cream would be passed out. When she was done talking, the pilot was just setting the plane on the runway. I was kind of annoyed that I didn’t get time to change and that ice cream hadn’t been served like she had said it would be.
I got off the plane and was in the anchorage airport even though it looked nothing like anchorage’s airport. I was standing out in the hallway right next to a large supporting column and wondered where B was. I saw him heading back into the terminal. The terminal was separated from the rest of the hallway and building by a large spread of glass doors. I could barely see the terminal around the column, but I stood there and waited for B to come back out and see me, wondering what he was doing back in the terminal. I got tired so I sat down on a bench next to the tower on the side opposite of the terminal. And waited and waited.
Sitting there I saw an airport personnel pushing our planes luggage on a large cart towards the luggage claim. On his cart I saw my backpack and my blue duffel bag. After some time of waiting I got back up and looked into the terminal once more for B. I saw a few people sitting at computers and not one of them were B. He wasn’t in the terminal and I didn’t know where he had gone. But I did know that he had left me.
I walked around the airport looking for him or someone else I knew. I was crying because I had been left behind on our honeymoon. I ended up sitting down at a table in one of the food court places. I looked up briefly from crying and saw dad and aunt Cris heading in to a nice restaurant with their arms linked together. I cried out, “daddy!” but he didn’t see me. Cris came over and asked me accusingly where my wedding ring was. I held up my left hand and screamed into her face that I didn’t have one.
I got up from my table and walked away, stopping at a table closer to the entrance. On it were papers and my ring - I had left all of this stuff here while I was sitting and crying. I picked it up and put it on… but on my right hand. It looked like my wedding ring in the waking world, but in my dream it wasn’t my wedding ring.
I walked through the airport corridors until Muffy Wise caught my attention and told me that there was a message for me on her answering machine. She led me to a table covered with many black answering machines, all of them blinking with messages. She left so I could listen to my message, but I didn’t know which one was for me. Frank Wise was there and told me which button on which machine to push.
The message left for me was very professional and courteous. After B and I had landed in anchorage, we had planned to take a cruise the rest of the way home. The male voice on the answering machine told me that he was very concerned that I had not made the ship before it left. B had gone ahead onto the ship without me. This made me even more upset.
Then I was sitting in a large computer lab with some old high school classmates. One classmate, briar, had an amazingly advanced knowledge of computer programming. I had a problem with my computer and she fixed it for me in no time. Then she stood in the center of the room and did a ballet solo. I left feeling just as awful as when I went in there.
I was in a room talking with my pastor from when I was still living with my parents. He got a phone call and said that it was for me. I picked it up and on the other end was B. I began crying so hard that I couldn’t catch my breath. I asked him over and over again why he left me at the airport instead of taking me with him. He laughed very hard at my crying. I became furious at him laughing at my hurt feelings and slammed the phone down. I had no desire to talk to him.
Next thing I know, I am on the cruise ship with B and the captain. B had gotten the captain to turn the ship around to come pick me back up. There was a bunch of other people in the small area. I saw one girl about my age and I asked B if he had slept with her. He answered with a ‘yeah’ in a tone that implied: “Yeah, of course - why wouldn’t I?” I was devastated that he would do something like that to me, especially on our honeymoon.
I asked what room we were in and B told me room 1200. I ran for the room - it was right near where we were standing - and slammed the door. All I wanted was to be away from him. The door had two locks - one flimsy bathroom stall type lock in the center of the door and a dead bolt at the very top. All the while crying, I locked the stall lock just before B got to the door. He grabbed the knob on the outside and pulled and pulled until he broke the lock and opened the door. I somehow got the door closed again and managed to get the dead bolt locked. He kept pulling on the door and had it so that the whole thing was coming off of its hinges - the only place that held was that dead bolt.
I was crying so hard that I could barely stand. He finally got the door open and I ran down the ships hall as fast as I can. I came to a movie rental store on the boat. It was filled with people browsing through the movies. I found it odd that someone would rent movies on their vacation. I was running through the store when a man popped his head out from one of the aisles, stopped me and asked me where I was going. He seemed genuinely concerned. I told him as far away as I could get.
I kept going and ended up listening to one of those piano players slash singers slash entertainers. I was sitting pretty close to the piano trying to forget how terrible I was feeling and how poorly B had been treating me. The pianist played for a bit then stopped mid-phrase. He was missing some music… but this was all a part of the show. He began unfolding his music, then played what he had unfolded. Then unfolded it some more and played it some more. He unfolded it again and again until his piece of music took over the entire piano and he was able to complete his piece.
After he was done I sat in my seat, all alone, and cried until my throat and sides and stomach and heart hurt.
Themes: Airplane/Airport, Left Behind
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