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Dream Logged: 06/07 June 2002
2002-06-07 01:26 pmIt starts in a school classroom. Usual lay out, with a ring of tables around the outside, and a two rows of tables in the middle. The difference here, is that the row around the outside, goes all the way around... purposely done this way by the bored pupils who occupy the room... we seem to be waiting for something... an exam maybe?
I am very solemn... just sitting there, looking around the room and thinking to myself about various aspects of life... pondering the ins and outs of the universe... and mostly making sure I don't keep eye contact with anyone i don't like for too long.
Back to the lay out of the room. There are two colours of chair. Two people can play the game at once. All chairs are pulled out from under the tables as if someone is about to sit on them... all chairs occupied are left alone. Each player has to put all of their colour chairs under the table and put one chair, specially designated, ontop of the table... then race to a ball of some kind, and place it ontop of the chair that is ontop of the table. The game get interesting as each player can pull the other players chairs out from under the tables... thus, chaos ensues. The game pursues with Tom Cosker and Robert Ash I think. I just watch them play, contemplating what I'd do in their positions. The match ends with a clear victory from Cosker. Someone must now volunteer to challenge the winner. There is a silence... no body wants to challenge him, and the game looks like it's going to end.
For most of my life I've been looked down upon. I've been bullied, called names, excluded from activities, and generally not been accepted by the majority of people in my life. In a dream world however, I know it's a dream... so I know it's a test of some kind. This current event in the dream can be analysed as being the point in my life at which I decide to do something about my position, and my reputation in their eyes.
I sit still... looking around the quiet room... catching the eye of Richard Matheson... who nods like he does, and looks down at his work as if to say 'I'm not palyin'. Looking around some more, I decide that there is a reason for these people inactivity... it is up to me to make a decision. I stand up, and everyones eyes focus on me... especially Tom, who lets out a small, short, snorting laugh.
"Come on then, let him play..." states some pupil who I can't recall.
"Do you know the rules Jamie?" asks another random pupil.
They called me Jamie... I hadn't been called Jamie for ages... these people didn't know anything about me.
"Yeah" I say, as a snappy response, "Let's get on with it"
All the chairs had been pulled out from under the tables and moved around the class room, to give the game a different feel to last time. All of a sudden... we're off, running around the class room, pushing chairs under the tables, trying to decide quickly as we run, which chairs are ours and which are the opposing players.
In my dreams you have to understand that I've had many years of bending the rules of reality that my conscience is used to. Much like the Matrix, but I've been doing it many years before the Matrix was released. I've learnt rudimentary flying skills, with the power of my mind as it were. I've learnt acrobatics, martial arts, learnt how to run faster, punch harder, push myself further than any human being could imagine in real life.
Back to the game... I'm running around... faster than most people would expect someone to move in a confined place with turnings every 10 or so metres. I'm pushing the chairs under with my right hand in front of me and correcting their positions under the table with my left hand behind me. You may of guessed this means I'm running anti-clockwise... to which you are correct. Cutting to the chase... the game gets near the end, and me, the supposed non sporty person, is tying with Tom (not necessarily THE Tom, just a figure representing successful popular people). We both put our final designated chairs on top of the tables, and turn towards the ball... It is instantly obvious to me that he will be getting the ball first onto his chair... at this point the dream goes into slow motion... like life does when ones body is pumped full of adrenaline... I spin around, and kick one of his chairs out from under the table... then summersault over to the ball, which he is obliged to put down because he has to replace his chair. I pick it up, and turn to see that he has made it to his chair and placed it under... at this point I could just run to my chair and put the ball on it and win... but I don't. I put the ball down again... tempting him to get it and win, while also setting myself up to show off within this dream world. He runs over and sweeps up the ball in his right hand... swinging his body to the left and his right hand under him, he makes a full anti-clockwise circle and his right hand comes around over his left hand side... he spins... the ball starts coming down towards the chair... he thinks he's going to win. Little does he know that I've used those few seconds to systematically go around the whole classroom and remove every single one of his coloured chairs.
He stands there speechless... his hand seems frozen in time, hovering above his single chair. Everyone stares at me then at him. I haven't even broken a sweat. I breathe in slowly... then breathe out just as slow. I grin out the corner of my mouth. Tom goes to his seat, and sits down... obviously in shock, and obviously knowing that he can't win. I get the ball and put it on my chair... thus, crowning myself champion... although, no one else considers it a win... they don't want to comprehend it... they ignore it, push it to the back of their minds... But I know I won... and that's all that matters to me.
The dream skips forward an unknown amount of years. It isn't too many, and I am obviously still friends with Caz and Matt, as we are walking together down a highstreet similar in layout to Baldock highstreet... but quite different in content... more modern, with a large shopping mall across the road from the Mayflower... The high street itself takes four zebra crossings to get across. It's night time, and the ground glistens as you realise it's just recently rained.
( Read more here, gets better, promise :) )
I am very solemn... just sitting there, looking around the room and thinking to myself about various aspects of life... pondering the ins and outs of the universe... and mostly making sure I don't keep eye contact with anyone i don't like for too long.
Back to the lay out of the room. There are two colours of chair. Two people can play the game at once. All chairs are pulled out from under the tables as if someone is about to sit on them... all chairs occupied are left alone. Each player has to put all of their colour chairs under the table and put one chair, specially designated, ontop of the table... then race to a ball of some kind, and place it ontop of the chair that is ontop of the table. The game get interesting as each player can pull the other players chairs out from under the tables... thus, chaos ensues. The game pursues with Tom Cosker and Robert Ash I think. I just watch them play, contemplating what I'd do in their positions. The match ends with a clear victory from Cosker. Someone must now volunteer to challenge the winner. There is a silence... no body wants to challenge him, and the game looks like it's going to end.
For most of my life I've been looked down upon. I've been bullied, called names, excluded from activities, and generally not been accepted by the majority of people in my life. In a dream world however, I know it's a dream... so I know it's a test of some kind. This current event in the dream can be analysed as being the point in my life at which I decide to do something about my position, and my reputation in their eyes.
I sit still... looking around the quiet room... catching the eye of Richard Matheson... who nods like he does, and looks down at his work as if to say 'I'm not palyin'. Looking around some more, I decide that there is a reason for these people inactivity... it is up to me to make a decision. I stand up, and everyones eyes focus on me... especially Tom, who lets out a small, short, snorting laugh.
"Come on then, let him play..." states some pupil who I can't recall.
"Do you know the rules Jamie?" asks another random pupil.
They called me Jamie... I hadn't been called Jamie for ages... these people didn't know anything about me.
"Yeah" I say, as a snappy response, "Let's get on with it"
All the chairs had been pulled out from under the tables and moved around the class room, to give the game a different feel to last time. All of a sudden... we're off, running around the class room, pushing chairs under the tables, trying to decide quickly as we run, which chairs are ours and which are the opposing players.
In my dreams you have to understand that I've had many years of bending the rules of reality that my conscience is used to. Much like the Matrix, but I've been doing it many years before the Matrix was released. I've learnt rudimentary flying skills, with the power of my mind as it were. I've learnt acrobatics, martial arts, learnt how to run faster, punch harder, push myself further than any human being could imagine in real life.
Back to the game... I'm running around... faster than most people would expect someone to move in a confined place with turnings every 10 or so metres. I'm pushing the chairs under with my right hand in front of me and correcting their positions under the table with my left hand behind me. You may of guessed this means I'm running anti-clockwise... to which you are correct. Cutting to the chase... the game gets near the end, and me, the supposed non sporty person, is tying with Tom (not necessarily THE Tom, just a figure representing successful popular people). We both put our final designated chairs on top of the tables, and turn towards the ball... It is instantly obvious to me that he will be getting the ball first onto his chair... at this point the dream goes into slow motion... like life does when ones body is pumped full of adrenaline... I spin around, and kick one of his chairs out from under the table... then summersault over to the ball, which he is obliged to put down because he has to replace his chair. I pick it up, and turn to see that he has made it to his chair and placed it under... at this point I could just run to my chair and put the ball on it and win... but I don't. I put the ball down again... tempting him to get it and win, while also setting myself up to show off within this dream world. He runs over and sweeps up the ball in his right hand... swinging his body to the left and his right hand under him, he makes a full anti-clockwise circle and his right hand comes around over his left hand side... he spins... the ball starts coming down towards the chair... he thinks he's going to win. Little does he know that I've used those few seconds to systematically go around the whole classroom and remove every single one of his coloured chairs.
He stands there speechless... his hand seems frozen in time, hovering above his single chair. Everyone stares at me then at him. I haven't even broken a sweat. I breathe in slowly... then breathe out just as slow. I grin out the corner of my mouth. Tom goes to his seat, and sits down... obviously in shock, and obviously knowing that he can't win. I get the ball and put it on my chair... thus, crowning myself champion... although, no one else considers it a win... they don't want to comprehend it... they ignore it, push it to the back of their minds... But I know I won... and that's all that matters to me.
The dream skips forward an unknown amount of years. It isn't too many, and I am obviously still friends with Caz and Matt, as we are walking together down a highstreet similar in layout to Baldock highstreet... but quite different in content... more modern, with a large shopping mall across the road from the Mayflower... The high street itself takes four zebra crossings to get across. It's night time, and the ground glistens as you realise it's just recently rained.
( Read more here, gets better, promise :) )