I Actually Remembered a Dream! Well... Sort Of.

I never remember my dreams. Ever. I may have an inkling that I had a dream somewhere in that place between wakefulness and REM cycle, but once I actually open my eyes and acknowledge that I need to get up, poof! It's gone, never to be thought of again.

So naturally, in the rare occasion that I do remember a dream, I get very excited. It makes me feel "normal," because so many of the people I know talk about "this dream I had last night" and how bizarre it was. I am never able to respond, "Man, I know! I had a dream the other night that was kind of similar..." or "Dude, you think that's strange? Listen to this dream I had!" I felt so left out when I was little that I started to make up really bizarre dreams so that I wasn't so out of the loop. haha I know, I know. I'm weird.

Anyways, the dream. I remember a ton of running. It started at my high school, and I was just meandering the halls, but it was like a normal school day. I think we were in the midst of lunch of some other break, because there were a lot of people in the hallways and outside... only... I don't recognize any of these people. Complete strangers. I don't remember what happened next, but I ended up humming or singing something while I was minding my business in an alcove or something hidden away somewhere. I was singing because I thought I was alone. All of the sudden, a guy pops out of nowhere acting all earnest and excited. He comes up to me and says, "Hey, I have some music that I think you'd like to hear."

It's at this point that I either woke up for a minute or simply cannot remember what happened, because... nothing. Nothing until this next segment.

I'm still at my high school. It's dreary outside, and I'm wearing sweat pants and an anorak (Remember those??? Refer to the picture on the right). I assume I'm wearing sneakers of some sort, but I never thought to check in my dream. I'm roaming the halls again, the school still filled with students. The guy that was talking to me about the songs comes up to me again, and for some reason he gives me the creeps. I don't know. It's something about the earnestness of his face. I think maybe I don't trust it, I think it's just an act because he wants something from me.

Anyways, I make my way outside and start running toward the track. One of my classmates (I think this is where people I actually went to high school with start showing up.) is running, too, and smiles at me. She tries to carry on a conversation, and I'm cordial but don't say much. I honestly just want to be left alone. So I run around the track once and make my way back to the high school building. Instead of going inside, I start to circle the building. Of course, being that there are a lot of students, I keep running into people who want to talk to me, but I just keep going. I even flat out ignore some of them. I run for around 5 minutes then -- this part is a little blurry -- I find a place to relax and sit by myself. I don't know where, and I don't know for how long, but I would that it was a pretty long time judging by some later reactions.

After chilling for a while, I get back up and start running again. I run into the classmate that was trying to talk to me earlier while on the track, and she stares at me incredulously.

"You're still running??"

I don't say anything, just keep running.

And then I woke up.

You know, if it didn't cost money, I'd so take this dream to get it analyzed. hehe



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