Dream post

[pacificpikachu]

Man, I have been even more exhausted than usual the past few days. I don't know if it's because of my SF trip, or because I have some little virus or something, or something else. Anyway, I had a weird dream this morning. I normally write about my dreams in notebooks lately, but since I have my computer handy, I might as well write out what I remember here. Contains suicide, if that upsets you.

In the dream, I was back in high school, but this was apparently some alternate reality or whatever because it was nothing like my high school and no one from my real high school seemed to exist. It was mostly an indoor school, it seems, in contrast with my actual high school, which was spread out and not in one big building.

I had a group of five good friends, two girls and three boys. It seemed that we were quite close. I can remember vague personality attributes about most of them, but I'm not sure it's worth writing out because they're so vague now. They seemed like real people, though.

I'm not sure why any of this happened, really. I don't know if there was bullying going on or what, but for some reason the group decided that we were going to commit suicide all together, while we were at the school. We were standing on a hill with grass on it, and one of the people in the group had a high capacity assault rifle. Where he got it and why a high capacity assault rifle for suicide, I don't know. We all seemed rather calm, and were discussing just how to pull it off. One person in the group suggested that maybe I would shoot everyone and then myself, which, naturally, I didn't like the idea of. I decided then that I wanted to live. I don't think I objected, though, I think I just suddenly started running. It was hard to do, like my legs didn't want to start running, but once I did, I was going fast.

It started out as running, but I think it turned into flying, maybe about one hundred feet in the air or less. It felt like running, though, and seemed totally natural. I wanted to get as far away as I could. As I was flying along, I went over many other high schools, most of which looked very similar to the one I was attending in the dream. I saw only a few people as I went along--I think classes must have been in session at the time. It seemed like one school after another, in rows without much space between them. This doesn't make much sense, as why would you have high schools all in a line like that, but, well, it's a dream after all. I remember feeling the wind, and breathing hard, but the wind felt so good against me and it seemed like I had hit my stride.

After a while, though, maybe passing 6-7 schools overhead, I decided I had gone far enough, and I needed to see what had happened to my friends. So, I returned to the school, though I don't remember the process of getting there. I discovered that, aside from me, only one girl and one boy had survived. The others had gone through with the suicide. I didn't see any of the scene of gore or anything, though it seems like we were on the same hill while we discussed what had happened. Strangely, the boy, who was on the bigger side and I remember as being very funny, was still holding the large rifle, though it had been taped up so it could no longer be shot. It seemed to be taped to his arm as well.

The tone was glum at this point, though I don't remember anyone crying. We seemed too shocked. The girl quietly recounted how gory our friends' ends had been, and I felt somewhat guilty for having left--for the fact that they had to witness such a scene and I hadn't. I remembered the personalities of the friends I had lost, and strangely, I could hardly recall their names or even quite remember who had died. I think I may have had a crush on one of the boys, and regretted not telling him.

Anyway, I think the dream ended there. Weird dream.

Comments

[vehemence.livejournal.com]

That's a really cool dream... surreal and sort of has that feeling of like... a surface of water where you can't tell from looking at it how deep it is. It could be 2 inches, or 2 miles.

I love reading dreams.. you should post your more often! (well, if you feel like it of course)

not in terms of specifics or subject matter or anything, but it kind of reminds me of dreams I have sometimes.

[pacificpikachu.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I have a lot of interesting/surreal dreams. My dreams either seem to be sort of deep with all these interesting images, or totally insane, or a mixture of both. I may write up more if you want to read them! I have quite a few of them written in notebooks, because it's really fascinating to go back and read dreams from a long time ago. I've had some really bizarre dreams, in pretty much every sense. If I don't write them down, they disappear, only to be remembered at random or perhaps not at all. I like reading other peoples' dreams as well--sometimes they're really funny or profound or inspiring or disturbing. I'd like to read some of yours as well, if you ever want to post them!