Kyhaar

Dream sign appeared again, but I completely missed it. Alas. On a side note, I have discovered that for the most part, I can read pretty well in dreams.


Sleep. I am driving down a street in my van towards the mall, apparently searching for my truck. As I reach an intersection, I accidentally drive into the end of a turning lane from the people turning right, so I turn left on the red and pray no cops catch me. As I am turning, I see my friend Helena practising her driving in a dark sea-green cube van. Once at the mall, I try to park, but the gas and brake keep switching and the van lurches forward. I fear that I have hit the car in front of me, but the lady says that I am just 1mm away. I sigh in relief.

I am now in the mall, and with me is a young Chinese girl (whose name I later learn is Lindy Yan). She is about eight. My family is adopting her temporarily (like an exchange program). The mall's hallway is narrower than usual, comparable to the width of an elementary school's. I am showing Lindy the various stores, and I ask her if she remembers when we went into Shopper's Drug Mart. She says yes. I tell her that Zeller's is four times as big, and her eyes widen.

We enter a learning centre that reminds me of the one I currently work at. I am flipping through one of the booklets, and I remark on their similarity to the ones I'm used to seeing, except the grading system is a bit different. I ask Lindy in a "parent voice" if it looks fun. She gives me a firm, "No." So I look outside the centre and see the Zeller's, so I ask her if she wants to go into it. Lindy agrees.

As soon as we enter, I sit down on a bench to rest. I watch as Annie, a girl in my sociology class, and Rob, a boy who was in my split-grade French class last year, enter together. I wave and call them over. Annie, however, says that she is not Annie, but a Paige. (At this point, Lindy Yan has vanished). I apologize, saying that I always confused the names of the girls in my French class (Paige/Hannah, Holly/Daniella).

While I am telling her this, I appear in my French class from last year, which is located in the Upper West Wing of my school. When I walk outside the classroom, I am in the Upper East Wing and realize that the room behind me was my Sociology/English classroom. Right beside the door is Joe, who has a big black box in which there is a pale coffee-coloured substance with the consistency of soft ice cream. He is adding white glue to it and stirring. When I ask him what it is, he tells me it is ice cream.

He eats the whole thing after scooping it into a giant Tim Horton's travel mug. I ask him if he can make more, except in chocolate, and he agrees and gets started making it. By this time, we have teleported to the opposite side of the hall and down one door. My friends come out of my Sociology classroom and join us. Jay, one of my friends, tells us that Rock Band is up and running back in the classroom, but there is only room for four. We decide to split our group of eight in half, with four eating ice cream and four playing Rock Band. Then, we'll switch. I decide to eat my ice cream first. However, when I peek into the classroom next to my Sociology class (the one currently across the hall from me), I see my friend Leia. Since she is looking incredibly bored, I invite her to join us. Wake.

This dream has three "segments." The first part is very fragmented, and I don't recall very much of it. The middle and end are the most detailed. I suppose that's not surprising, considering the nature of dream recall. Last night's dream also had a strong impression of the colour "dark chestnut," so I will underline it here and keep track of it. Oh, I won't include pictures every time. Just enough for flavour.


Sleep. Many of my dreams take place in places I know, like school or my "old" house. This particular dream has both. All I can remember from the beginning is that I was sitting at my desk in my English or Sociology class, I'm not sure which (it is even more difficult to tell because they happen to take place in the same classroom right after one another, and I sit in the same desk for each one).

Then I'm... somewhere. A field or park, maybe? The colouring is bright and very strange. I know that I am either in or watching a Yu-gi-oh tournament with the animated characters. Sometime during this section, I reflect on how the television show was repetitive and how the same people always made it to the final rounds of the tournament, particularly Yugi and/or his friends. Some other things happen to me, but I cannot explain them in words because they are mere flashes. I have an impression of a war or conflict.

Flash. I am in the room of my early childhood (birth-grade five), at my old desk. The desk is metal with a dark chestnut wood top, and I run my hand over its smooth surface. For some reason, I am clutching a blanket in my hand and am shaking Yu-gi-oh cards out from it.

Without any reason, I am at the bus stop I get off at after school, which is a few houses away from my "old" house. There is a pokemon battle after school, and I am the trainer controlling the Kangaskhan, which is standing in the middle of the intersection. Opposite me, on the sidewalk, is a Sandshrew, although there is no trainer in sight. I have Kangaskhan use a move, but it isn't very effective. Then, Sandshrew uses double kick, sending Kangaskhan reeling - the fighting-type move is super effective against my normal-type pokemon. In retaliation, Kangaskhan uses dig (which I don't think it can actually learn) and becomes Monty Mole from Mario Strikers: Charged. However, Sandshrew has become either a Spheal or a Jigglypuff and tries to puff away. I get in a few hits before it's gone over a fence and into someone's backyard by the park. Wake.