Just Another Dream
I was a part of this list of rebels, people in the resistance. We were in Northern Canada, another winter dream. The names were all of this sheet of plastic, with lines connecting people haphazardly, and as people left, got caught, or died, they’d get removed from the list with scissors. When I saw the list get cut, I realized it was a plastic bag, filled with sawdust.
At one point I was showing off my ability to fly to this one guy, as we walked along the shores of what looked like Georgian Bay to me. Rocky sandy shores and low waves. I kept flapping my arms, trying to prove I could fly without using my legs. But my legs were scissor kicking, and I was always getting further with my legs. It was like swimming. I eventually flew so far that I saw a bus. There were others in the air, or walking, with me. We hid. If anyone from the ‘outside world’ sees you, they could report you, because you look different.
A bus driver saw me, and I ran down this steep embankment. We were now in a forested area. The hill was covered with brush. (undergrowth, small trees, and shrubs) As I ran down through this, the bus turned and came barreling down the hill and stopped in front of me. He opened the door and I realized that either this bus driver was crazy, or this was a stop. I got on and pretended like nothing was odd. I got on an BJ Mikelait was on there. I asked her if anything seemed odd. She said yes, but we had already got to the stop near the bus station, so she was going to get off now anyway. I did too.
Now we were in a city, or at least a small town. I entered a church and sat down in a pew. It was packed with people, like the movie theatre I was in yesterday. And kids were crying and whining and being the noisy toddlers and babies that they were, just like in the movie theatre I was in yesterday. And it annoyed me, and made me mad. I felt bad about getting angry in my dream, too.
And that’s all I can remember. I woke up uncomfortably hot, turned on the fan, tried to sleep but I can’t sleep with a fan on, turned it off once I was cool enough, and dreamt again. But I can’t remember that dream.
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