A Bizarre Dream, September 17th, 2015

And... there is this whole beginning bit where I lay things out with jacob and we are underwater.. he's trying to hug me or something and keeps hurting me, my ribs and sides especially... bruising. I tell him it feels that we don't have any true intimacy in our relationship and he says simply "I know"... as if it's okay to go on without passion. He tells me that he's meeting a woman later anyway.. says something to the effect of, "and you think that we understand the nuances of food... godd" *eye roll back shivers moment for him or something* and says, "well, you can come along if you'd like." I do not like. Flash forward to a flash flood at the school I'm arriving at. Those of us in the parking lot worry that our cars will swim away while we're in classes, but we find a patch of earth that is a bit higher and seems safe. We are stranded now. And I go in to the first class, history of something interesting, only to find out that it is high school course... or middle school? and I'm feeling a little out of sorts and bizarre because everyone is so young -- am I finishing my GED? I must be... and I go along with the rest of the students to write my name and contact information on the dry erase board in purple ink -- come to think of it, it would make more sense if the 4 of us were undercover teachers for these kids, but we were there to learn history... maybe it was this old man that we sought out, the instructor with glasses, short and thin with a wiry salt and peppered goatee. hm... so I joke with a couple of the girls standing next to me in line for the white board and one falls on the floor laughing and the other runs back giggling a bit.. they are all young enough to still be very silly. I hand the purple marker to the girl on the floor as i help her up and go to find a seat. I'm walking toward the back of the classroom and the door and there you are... fall colors, soft clothing and blue with a backpack on your shoulder and hair that has seen rain. I just cannot believe that you are here!! And you joke with me, "oh no... not you...," kind of tongue in cheek like this, maybe because you'd also just fought with the flood. I am so high just at seeing you and I put my arm around yours and walk with you like this, even though we are in a grade school classroom -- maybe it is inappropriate.. maybe I should give you space, but I continue this way and we walk over to the board where Ian is sitting in a desk. He sees us and his face lights up puzzled and interested. "You two know eachother..? You're both here?" and his smile is getting broader. "Well kids... It looks like I'm moving in," and smiles more. We all vibe for the moment and brew in the magic of our unlikely encounter. Class begins and we all sit sporadically in the classroom, not together -- we are there to learn. I sit next to a disabled girl in the front row. As time moves forward we all kind of shift locations/the room rotates, but it is more like a time/universe shift than anything conscious. We are watching a movie and the girl next to me now is goth, maybe into some baby magics... She begins to taunt me to tell her something and when I don't oblige she blows black sparkle dust in my face (eye shadow?). I accept it with love and carry on.. she says I must kiss her or be cursed and covered again. I refuse, chuckling, as the movie is still going on, and she blows the magic soot over me again.... The harassment escalates and I'm being bullied by a teenage girl. At this point, her guy friends have joined in too, from afar, other locations in the classroom, but I can feel them... Soul suckers. Now... For some reason, you know this is going on. We are all sitting in a balcony in this universe, you in the front row with Ian, me in the middle somewhere, all watching a film projected below and to the right.... It was a strange film about esoteric symbols perhaps? Or at least this portion was and you pause the movie.... The still frame is of a book cover... Circular design.. Grey blue with white symbols (colors washed out by the light of the projector) and looking very ancient and sacred -- magic and secret... perhaps alien. You stand up and ask the ones bullying me to come down and sit with you... And they come. And you sit on the floor of the balcony and begin to tell them about this book. And I can feel they are scared. I can't hear what you are saying but they are all captivated, standing around you, with the balcony's railing to your rear. At the end, the girl comes back to me and says... "your friend knows an awful lot about that book..." with wide, fearful eyes -- and before I know it she is turning into an alien bear of some sort ... her skull begins to split open and I see her medulla pulled apart by an unseen force... Right down the middle...

 

And I wake again to the rain of this realest existence... wary at seeing the inside of someone's brain. I don't know that I've seen the inside of anyone before... 

Liz Fisherbizarre, dream