Sydney's Nightly Adventures

Colorful Classroom

I remember sitting in a classroom at my school. I was with a couple other people. I was sitting in a desk in front of the teacher’s desk.

The teacher as well as the rest of the students got up and left. I stayed put, and looked around the room. I saw that the teacher had a pet bird. It didn’t talk or anything though. The room was very colorful; it kind of looked like a kindergarten room.

Then I was at a pool. There was a bridge that went over it I think. For no apparent reason I just had a towel on. I probably just got out of the shower.

My friend Mike’s sisters were there, swimming. I waited until they were done to go put my clothes back on. I grabbed them from the floor, and headed to the backyard where everyone else was.

The backyard looked like my mom’s backyard, not Mike’s house. I don’t know why I didn’t go inside to change, because I walked into the backyard still with a towel on, holding my clothes. But then I realized; wait, these aren’t my clothes. I picked up the wrong ones! So I quickly ran back to the pool and got mine and put them on.

I walked back to the backyard. Mike was there, and so were some other people who I didn’t recognize. I think we were playing tag or something, he was trying to catch me or something. I started running, and since he was faster than me, he reached me in less than 2 seconds. He grabbed my feet with one hand and pulled them up; somehow making me lay flat on the ground.

I looked at him and laughed. I ran away again, and he did the same thing.

Then the dream ended.

Futuristic Clip

I remember being with my sister. She showed me little videos and clips about superheroes and fairytales. I remember watching some about some form of Spiderman. She told me to watch closely at the next clip. It showed the future. Everyone looked like a robot, and they talked in monotone. It was a family. Somehow the dad cracked himself (you could see a crack or something going down his body) and he died in his wife’s arms. “Oh no,” The wife said. “My husband has died. What ever shall I do?”

Her daughter walks over to a tube hanging on the wall. “Look here, mother,” she says. “Bring him over here, and insert his head into this tube.”

The mother stuck his head into the tube. The daughter pushed a few buttons on the side, and in no time the father was alive. “Thank you,” he said. “It was like I was not really dead.” Then the family smiled at the camera and did a thumbs up.

The Warehouse Restaurant

I was traveling with my family. We came upon this little Christian school, as it said on our GPS. The outside looked like a large warehouse. We were skeptical if this was actually a school. It wasn’t. We looked inside to find that it was a huge fast food restaurant.

A guy I knew came out. He asked me what I wanted. I wondered if he recognized me; I don’t think he did. I told him what we all wanted, and he hurriedly went back in.

Soon he came out, looking for an employee that was outside. We found him talking to some woman in her car, apparently flirting with her.

That’s all I remember.

I remember being on a factory's land. I looked upon where it was supposed to stand; only to find bits of charred rubble, blackened debris, and scorched grass. I wonder what had happened here. All of a sudden, I heard people's voices call out from down below. Like in the ground. I couldn't tell what they were saying, but they were probably calling for help. I heard the voices the strongest under a pile of burned debris, but I couldn't lift it. For some reason I just walked off.

I came to a restaurant parking lot. The restaurant was quite open; it didn't have a door, just a very large archway leading into the building. I walked inside and saw a large buffet that lined the left wall. Beyond that, ahead of me, was another large archway that lead to where people were sitting down, eating. I looked on in awe, because I was hungry.

Suddenly, my mom appeared beside me. I don't know why. She was just there. I think she came to eat, or she heard about the factory explosion and was worried about me being out there all alone.

We walked back to the site of the explosion and heard the voices again. We just didn't know what to do. No one knew how the explosion was caused. As I moved toward the right to get a good view of the site, I accidentally hit a pail, causing a nearby ladder to wobble in its standing position. It was weird; these ladders and pails that were all holding something together.