I don’t know why this dream stuck in my head. I believe it is because I was suddenly behind everyone else in my class and I didn’t understand anything we were learning. Here it is:
This dream began, as far as I can recollect, at a fencing tournament. They were serving pizza at a stand. As people walked around with slices of pizza, I began warming up. I began fencing someone. I kept getting hit because I didn’t parry. I saw a group of people clustering in a corner. We finished the match and then went to see our rankings. On the list, it said that I had not registered. Every other person had registered. How could I be so careless and forget?! At that moment, I knew that I had also forgotten my card that would allow me to register on the spot. I told my mom (I forget how she reacted), and then I dashed up out of the basement. Leading up from the basement were stone, black, polished steps. I got on this clear, fully plastic train to go home.
When I arrived, I grabbed my registration and got on the buss to take me back to the train. I remember thinking how slow the buss was going and asking myself if it was even worth going. The tournament may have started already. For some reason, the impetus to go was that my parents were there.
The buss went past a dominoe’s pizza near this cooperation building. I begged the people not to stop. I said that we could get pizza at the fencing tournament.
I got off the buss. I didn’t know which stop I got off at. With the clear train, I had counted the number of stops before I got off. With the buss, the stops weren’t the same, so I couldn’t count them. I got on another buss and tried to come back to my stop. At some point, I realized that I missed my stop again! I gave up and went back home.
When I got back, I noticed that the house was different. It was older. I saw that my parents weren’t home yet, and I had no cell phone to call them.
There was a diner across the street. I went to it and sat at a booth. I blacked out.
I opened my eyes and I was at school. I realized that time had passed, but how much? I looked at the calendar and saw that two months had passed. I knew the month, but not the day. We were doing fill-in the blank questions and I did not understand them. I had lost two months worth of knowledge! I had mpd (that is a sign of mpd, blackouts)!
We got an essay back and I got a 75%. I was stunned at how much I had written and with such neat handwriting. I didn’t understand any of it. People were laughing and I had no idea what was going on in the class. We were ordered to do a personality sheet with bubble letters that had one word describing you. I started to cry and suddenly, I was home. I told my mother about it all. She said, “Welp, you’re just going to have to live with it.”
Some other day, I went to school and in math class (I didn’t understand it, but I tried my English homework instead so that it looked like I was doing something). Evan kept asking me if I wanted to skip lunch with his pass. I struggled to put it in my pocket (the pass) and the teacher almost saw. I tipped the desk to make a diversion and pretended to pick up something. She didn’t see the pass.
After class, I didn’t say anything. I just kept going. After this, the dream shifts to skiing.
We were skiing down a little pass, and then my group needed to go uphill for some reason. We started climbing the mountain with ropes. It was getting hard to pull ourselves up. Then, this girl sprouted wings and started to pull us up this inclination that was pure ice.
Then, the dream switched again. I was at a dance. I saw Brandi there. I asked her if she wanted to dance. We did and she laughed a lot. Then, we French kissed and she did it really quick with her tongue. Then, we left because the dance was over. Suddenly, I realized how short the days were and that moments are longer and that you can feel the drawing effect of them. Right then, I was so scared that this wasn’t a dream even though I knew that it didn’t have the attributes of real life. What if I had missed so much? And right then, when my fear was really high, I felt the moment again. How long it was, how it didn’t skip anything and it wasn’t condensed.
I flicked in and out of the dream until my eyes stayed open. Then I realized I was in the world again and I was amazed at how scared I was.
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