Field Trip

I'm on a trip with them. We're in an empty building. It's almost like an art gallery. There are two rooms as the whole building seems to be divided in half. The west side of the second room is covered in ceiling to floor glass windows. We're outside and we hear sirens. Men in uniform usher us inside of the building. I look ou the window and see a bus flying toward us. It has lost control and doesn't seem to be able to stop. It crashes into the glass as I roll, barely missing it's impact. I see it slide over many students and know they are dead. I get up to see the damage. The bus is gone. I look for any of my friends and when I see non are injured I to go to the next room. I find him. His back turned, unaware of the accident. I grab his shirt, look into his eyes and lead him to the glass room. When there I see her. We embrace and he joins in on the group hug.

Now we're on the concrete floor of the first room in sleeping bags. The room is filled with the surviving students. Our trip has been postponed. I can't sleep. My hair is long and in my face. I look to him and realize he is looking at me too. I act as if though he's startled me. Everyone is awake now and they decide to go outside. I begin to cry and act traumatized but I'm putting on a front. After they have gone, I decide I want to go. I leave through the door that has been covered in a plastic sheet. I don't think I was supposed to leave. I turn left on the sidewalk, realizing my purse is in her car. On my way to her car, a boy comes skateboarding by. I keep walking and he asks me if I brought my board. I tell him with a smile, "I don't even know how to skateboard!" He laughs and says he was talking to his friend. I change direction, realizing that I have taken the wrong path. I see them sitting on various platforms on the side of the building. They are watching the sky. I realize that it seems almost impossible to reach them. I move items on the platforms around, to make room for myself. I've lost hope.

Up

I'm preparing to board a plane. I'm waiting and there are many people around me. Where I wait, a large outdoor market is commencing. I spot a particular vendor that is selling fruits from Africa. They are the oddest delicasies I've seen. I taste one fruit that resembles a gourd shaped kiwi. The fruit is a vibrant yellow. It tastes like a banana.

We board the plane, which is the size of a small mansion. There are recliners and beds. I'm happy to see that someone has bought a large quantity of the African fruit for the journey. A woman asks me to hold her baby. The baby is very quiet and content. Smiling and laughing as I throw her into the air and catch her.

I'm in a shop that sells various foods and whatnots. I'm still on the plane. I talk with the boy at the check out stand and he asks me for my number. I head over to the steps and I see a display of hot dogs and buns. The buns are $0.40 and the hot dogs are $.0.80. I figure I have just enough to buy one of each. I decide to split it with him. I go upstairs to get my money and she informs me that all havoc has been unleashed. The current scenario is playing out like a twisted horror movie. People on the plane are becoming possessed by some demon-like spirit. Everyone is very afraid. Suddenly it seems the only answer is to leave. I notice and open door and run to it. When I'm outside I begin to walk. I see a gate. I think to myself, "If I make it past that gate, everything will be okay." I am successful.

Twin Sisters

One:

I was stuck in the stream. I know a waterfall is near. We are in the river. Near shore we find an escape. We find it difficult to get onto the ledge. My accomplice grabs onto the edge and uses me as leverage.

Two:

Entering my apartment in Twisted City. I am walking down the back alley entrance. As I approach I see a brunette woman at the steps of my back door. She is in her forties or fifties, curly hair and olive skin. She is sorting and stacking a tray of something. Whatever they are, they are smaller than her palm and sparkly. A flower shape comes to mind. She turns to me bent over and says, “Obviously I'm breaking into your house.” I smile at her and pass the whole thing off as if she were telling a funny joke. I edge past her and see the silver tray of colorful items. In my small apartment I make my way to the front door. I exit and find myself in another alley. It is a dead end. Two girls and their mother reside here. They want to play with me. Their mother tells me they are the most powerful psychics in the world.

Big Brother

We are on the curb, packing up the car. A black man in his thirties begins to approach the steps leading to the front/back door. I watch him nervously, feeling that he has motives that are directed at me. I feel he has been watching me far before this moment.

Strange Trip

We are on an outing on the beach or lakeside. Dad and I drive to get something we cannot forget. Amanda and Guy are there. I miss Brian and lucidly remember that he will be able to join us this weekend. When we are back from the drive we get to this camp that takes us through a dark place straight to our destination. For some reason, I know that he will shut the light off for the decent. I just know that we will need them. We descend downward and I'm scared but we make it. Lastly we pass through a door at the bottom of our hall/ramp. Who I traveled with is now a very short white man. A small person you might say. I help him down. He seems very on edge, fearful. He stays put. He looks to the open door in horror, so I step up and clasp it shut. A woman I know escorts me back to the are we've set up camp. I comment to the woman while we are walking, about the small nervous man who accompanies me. She looks pale and nervous. She says she would act that way too if the world was ending. I say, “Four days?” She looks to me and replies, “Two days.” I return to the group. They are continuing the movie without me. I am mildly upset. At a bar of some sort with this camp of people. I'm talking to someone and a cute blonde boy with long hair and I begin to flirt. I see later on that the boy was or has proven to be a much younger version of Tiny S. I am immediately concerned about my judgment. I am also mildly repulsed.

He Was Happy Down There

Two-two scratches at the door. The sliding glass door. I let him in. I am so happy and shocked. No one else seems to want to give this miraculous event any attention. Am I lucid? I pick him up and give him all of my love. He seems disturbed, not himself. As I type this I am reminded of Buffy's second coming (laugh out loud). He is in pain. I now notice a large hole on the right lower side of his tummy. Holding him, cradling him in my arms, I turn to my family for some help or advice. Something! They all look down, shaking heads nay. They tell me that he may be alive and that there may be hope, but it is not “RIGHT”. They gave me the feeling that helping save Two-two was immoral or corrupt. I turn to Brian, the same reaction from him. A sad, firm, absolute; NO. I am so distraught, lost, speechless. I've snapped. I'm yelling and screaming and raising hell. My heart is broken.

Mountain Ka II

I am at work. In a cubicle or cash register. Either way, I feel I am in a smaller space within a much larger space at my place of work. Mandy S. is my coworker and there are other employees around maybe two or three. I am being honored in some way by higher management but I get a feeling of jealousy or envy somewhere in the group of four or five. Not necessarily from Mandy S. I am very feminine in this dream. A heart breaker and I wear a lot of make up. Eyelashes are particularly emphasized as I recall. I sense something taboo happening concerning a bathrobe and possibly my dream ego. Outside of this work place seems to be the base of Mt.Ka. A facility wraps around that is our work place. There is a mound that we sit on. I cannot recall if this was a sort of break time or an evacuation, but we sit on the hill. Ryland B. is here. He is not happy. He is very aggravated and I think it has very much to do with me and my opinion of an outcome. We sit below the cracked mountain that appears so often to my dream ego, Mt.Ka, on a grassy mound outside of our place of work as it begins to rain black tar. There is no instant fear or panic but I sense that we all got up and fled to one of two doors equally far apart. I do not believe I was able to get inside the large gray door. Nor did I try the other door. What takes place after that I cannot recall.