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jenny:
in this dream i wasn’t myself. i was a half demon/half man type creature.

while i don’t remember dreaming about this, in my dream i had just killed an 8 year old boy and was going to modify my appearance to look like him and enter his school. my fingerprints were all over the gun i had used, but as long as i could believably pretend to be the boy, no one would know he was dead and no one would find me.

i’m scaling a rocky mountain. i keep wedging my scaly hands into the crevices to pull myself up but keep falling. i continue trying until i find an easier route that allows me to almost walk up the mountain. at the top of the mountain i find a bag with clothes to disguise myself in, blue contacts (the boys eyes were blue) a wand and a really sharp mini-axe. i quickly transform myself as two other students walk around the corner. at the top of the mountain was a doorway into the school. i enter with them.

i’m careful to imitate the boy’s mannerisms. he had a deformity in his feet that made him limp, so i tried to limp. i am so nervous about being caught and at the same time feel extremely guilty about killing the boy, but continue on. i can’t let myself be discovered.

i meet up with another half-demon/half-man who was my accomplice in the murder. he pulls out his sharp axe and asks where mine is. i pull mine out and touch the end of the blade- it’s extremely sharp. he laughs and asks if i’m ready. as i’m about to answer, a school administrator enters the room and notices the weapon in my accomplices hand. i pretend to not know what’s going on and the administrator walks over to the accomplice, extremely angry. the administrator’s eyes turn black–not just the center of the eye, but the whole eye. as he stares into my accomplice’s eyes, my accomplice dies. i scurry off to class.

after class, i’m walking in the hall, still taking great care to ensure i’m limping. a teacher keeps watching me oddly and i feel like my cover is blown. i’m sure they know i’m not the boy.

she walks over to me and asks me a few personal questions. she’s joined by the school principal who says, “it’s odd that usually your left toe is pointing in, but now your right toe is.” i’m sure at this point they know i’m not the boy. the teacher has tears in her eyes and starts screaming at me, “what did you do with him? where is he?” i’m still desperately trying to pretend i’m this boy.

she turns her back to me and when she turns back around, her whole eyes are black and tears are still coming out. she says, “it hurts me to do this, but i know you’re not him.” she pushes me back onto the hallway floor and pins my arms next to me. she’s staring into my eyes, trying to kill me but the blue contacts i put in are reflecting back her ‘killing’ gaze. i start snickering and say, “it’s not going to work. you should have asked sam about this before you tried.”

i wake up. i don’t know who sam is and this whole dream is just f’ing weird.

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i was in school and felt like i really needed to do well. i know i had to study for something as i took my stuff from my backpack and started with my notes. it wasn’t math but it was similar. some numbers and some words. i knew i had some issues with it before so i really wanted to do well. i sat along this row along the wall – like the table was built in like a bar. as i was studying, my principal came out and he happened to be my current boss, doug. he talked to me a bit as i studied and he was printing something out. i looked at my watch and it was 5 after 11 and i realized i was late for my test. my principal was already gone, so i got my stuff up really quick and left. i ran to class but realized i didn’t remember which room it was in, so i ended up peeking in a lot of rooms. i finally found it when my teacher looked my way as i was peeking through the window. by the way, my teacher happened to be house (hugh laurie)!

i sat down and grabbed my stuff and listened to his lecture. something about how if you were smart, you would have printed out the test to study from, because if house had handed out the sheets, you could have just thrown them away. if you printed them out, that was a large part of the battle. then he mentioned something about how google has that feature where you can send things in the past. the end.