Yukita

Day 4.

A full non lucid dream.

I was a girl, and I was around 17 years old, I had black long hair, and I loved art. I wanted to be an artist. So I entered an Art Academy. My permanent teacher. Was an Artist himself, and was still fully active with making art. He got two students he would teach art, and that were me and a other girl.

The other girl was one year older then me. (18) she had orange curly hair. She looked a little like a lion.

The teacher had black long hair till beneath his shoulders. He was around 24 year, and pretty handsome..

The girl was totally into him, so she tried to flirt with him a lot... But we can't have any love with teachers. It is prohibited, so I try to keep my distance.

But what I noticed, was that the girl wasn't really experienced with art, and almost had nothing she knew about art history.
I really wondered how she entered this Art Academy. You need a portfolio..So I wonder if she had anything good enough to enter?

Anyways, me trying to do what is told, took a big sheet of paper, and I begin to draw rouch sketches of the things I saw in the big white room. (that was the first task, draw what you see in the room)
The other girl still hadn't begun the task we had to do.

The teacher scolded her for not doing his command, and that she had to get started and not get so clingy on him. (She is around him all the time, she is like sticking gum) it didn't bother me much. She can do whatever she wants...but I hope she does something what has to do with art. What she came for..

a little while later, the girl had to go somewheere for a meet up, so he left.
The place was only for me, drawing what I see. And the teacher working on his own things.

It was so quiet. only sounds of paper sounds, and writing sounds. I was almost done with my drawings.
So I had nothing to do. I just take a look at the room, and there were various painting hanging on the wall of famous artists. But I also noticed some who are aren't famous, but I totally knew them.

As a little kid, I always took all the artbooks in the library with me, and looked page for page at all the art that was made. I never got bored, and found all the art wonderful. I also remembered them perfectly who made the art.

I loved art because there always is a story behind it. And that story is made with colors, stripes, and various other things to make that story. You can also draw your emotions with it. There is much you can do iwht drawing. It's the same for tattoos. Although I don't know if I want one yet. Maybe later in the future. I am still too young for it.

Back to present. I watched a painting in the room. It was my most favorite of all. It was dark painting with a burned down forest, and a white dressed woman sitting next to a pool of black water.

I was absorbed in the painting, till the teacher suddenly stood next to me, watching the painting with me.

He asks me, "do you like this painting? You know who made it?"

"Yes.... I really like it. It is so dark, like I can feel it through, and I am standing there. I can feel all the emotion." "Also... The artist who made it is ......."

Him, "Yes, you are right with the emotion. I also can feel it and be absorbed with it, as If I am standing there, feeling pain. It's that this is on my top 1 most emotions painting. And the artist isn't that famous, but you still know the name who made it, that is incredible."

His compliment skips a beat.... "I-it's nothing.. I saw it in a artbook when I was young, and it became my motivation to make my own art like it."

"Mmmmmm, interesting. I'll help you reach your goal since you are my student."

"Y-yes!! Thank you very much, please take good care of me!! I'm looking forward to it."

He smiles and says, "haha, take good care of me too, I am looking forward to it."

It was already time to go home, but full of happiness. (I wonder what kind of art he makes?)

The next day we begun painting what we feel. Put your emotions on the painting. I was happy with this task, because it is what painted the painting I love the most. It will be a good experience! The other girl was not that happy like I was, and only stood there bored, with her phone in her hand. Chatting with her friends. (I don't like her that much... Why is she even here if she doesn't do anything?)

Well, I'll ignore her. I started thinking of my emotions. Trying to think of colors that would fit them. When I know what I am going to use, I get started with mixing colors.

While I was painting, the teacher entered the room after he brought some paperwork to the director. The orangehair girl, immediately putted her phone away, and jumped like, on his shoulders. The teacher was totally annoyed with it, but stayed calm. He tried to get the girl started with her painting.
They sure look lovely dovey though.... Not that I mind... I think. (Argh, what am I saying? I shouldn't think anything about it, a relationship with a teacher is forbidden, so she can't, and.....I can't.)

I was still painting my emotion that I suddenly noticed that I used more dark colors, because of how annoyed I was with the girl.

(Whoops! I wasn't planning to paint colors of annoyance...)



The teacher saw my shocked look, and begun walking towards me. (Whaaaaa nooo, don't look pls! It is totally messed up..) I say that on the inside, but on the outside I try to stay calm.

He then stood next to me, observing my painting. (Ahhh, he is so close! Wait.. Why am I freaking out? It is just a teacher!)

I step a little bit away to keep the distance.

He doesn't notice a thing.

"Hooooooo, so first happy feelings and then suddenly you get a turn of emotion of annoyance.." "I wonder why you suddenly got annoyed? I wonder if it is the girl who doesn't do what is told and is too lazy to do anything?"

"......" (I had no words, he knew exactly what I was thinking..) I stayed silent for a while, finding words to say.
He breaked the ice, "Haha, it's okay. I am also worried that she can be thrown out of the academy if she doesn't do anything, I am trying to get her to work."

I answer, "Yeah, but I also wonder how she entered here, can you tell me?"

The teacher stares to emptiness, and answers, "That is classified information, I am sorry I can't tell you."

"Oh... No worries, it's okay." (Classified information huh....)

Later on the day, the girl still didn't do much, and tried to flirt with the teacher again. He tried to get her off his back, and working on his paperwork he has to finish. Me, already done with my painting, and totally satisfied...Even though some colors of annoyance weren't meant to be here. I am ok with it.

On a nearby green sofa, I layed down, and let my thoughts out for a while. This sofa is soft... I am little sleepy.. But I try to stay awake, I am in school, I can't fall asleep at this place. I stared at the ceiling, and walked with my eyes from up to bottom, observing it. When I noticed there was a painting hanged up in the middle of it. I instantly knew which artist made the painting. It was again on of my favorite paintings after the dark painting.

This painting is very old, and a reference of the style that was used in the stone age, were people drew drawings on stone.

This was a painting made with tools direct out of the nature. Like stones with colors, and the colors of plants. It is overall orange-brown, and used with more dark brown for the figure of the face of a man with a large chin. There were also white spots overall on the painting. As if the man in the painting drew on himself with patrons. While staring at the painting I closed my eyes.

A while later I woke up, because I heard someone calling out my name.

".....!! .......!!!! ...!!"

"Mmmm......yeah??"

I get a blurry vision of a figure with black long hair. Sitting next me.

(Whaaaaaaaa!!!!!!)

I opened my eyes instantly, and could see better this time. Did I fall asleep?? Damn! I didn't plan to fall asleep at school!!

I sit up. And he asks, "haha, did you have a nice nap? The other girl is already gone."

"Whaaaa, sorry! I didn't mean to sleep here, I was just laying, an staring at the painting on the ceiling, and instantly fell asleep without noticing."

I apologize countless times.

"Haha, it's okay, if you are tired you should sleep. Don't push yourself too hard, you have to be healthy to make good paintings. You can always nap here if you feel like it."

"......Alright, thank you for being so kind."

Then he asks me a question.

"So, do you know who made the painting, hanged up on the ceiling?"

"Yeah... It is '.......' from Africa. I remember every artist and painting I see, even the more unpopular ones."

"Haha, you know pretty well, you really like arthistory, don't you?"

"..yeah, it tells everything about a story. It fascinates me."

It stays silent for a while. And then I think about that I should go home to make dinner.

"I should go teacher, I had a great day! Teach me more tomorrow!"

I stand up, and walk away to take my jacket and bag. When I try to escape the room, the teacher grabs my arm, and pulls me to him, kissing me on the lips. (Whaaaaaa???!!!! What's happening?) I try to push him away, but that didn't work, because of his strong arms. (A teacher kissing a student? That is forbidden right? Why is he kissing me?) I then stare to his eyes, when he opens them. I see my reflection cleary into his grey eyes.

It's there that I woke up... Why at that moment? I wanted more... Anyways, hope you liked it^^.
*Sorry if grammar isn't correct!! If there is anything wrong, you can tell me!! thank you*

I had this dream previous night. (It is a non-lucid)

I was a boy. a little fat, but not too much. I had blonde hair, and I was around 9?
I was a real anime lover, but was mostly looking at fish, because there were a lot at my place. (We lived near a lake, and the land we were on was like island) It was far off the main land.

I also was in love with a girl, blonde curly hair. She had pretty blue eyes, and she wore expensive dresses. She looked like a doll. I don't know why I was in love with her, but it wasn't because she was rich or anything like it. I just liked her. We, together, looked at fish in aquariums at the zoo. We first looked at a group of goldfish together. Most of the goldfish were still young, and they were beautiful colored.
I was captured with one goldfish. It was a young goldfish, a boy, with white and little red spots. I really liked that goldfish, and wanted to observe it more, but I was with the girl, so we continued to the other aquariums.

We saw more tropical fish, who would live in regions with coral, and ended up at the last aquarium with more the shark-like fish, and the scary fish who would live in the dark part of the ocean.
We were done, and played outside, I had potato chips with me.

A little while later, I watched the goldfish on my own, and still captivated with the little goldfish with red spots. I wanted to name it, but couldn't think of a good name for it, so I let it be, and just call it, ''the little friend.'' I wanted to protect the little friend, I want to take it with me.
But suddenly I got absorbed in a black hole. I only got to see the goldfish, and me with only darkness around us. We fell endlessly, and suddenly spawned in the middle of the lake. I knew the lake we lived near was enormous, you could never come back if you drove off the island, but now I am here?

I couldn't see any land in my sight. I only found out that the little friend was with me, swimming circles around me. I had no other choice, but find home together with my little friend. I didn't know where to go, but I just began swimming. Only finding out that I could breathe under water, I could swim with my little friend on my side under water. I had to protect the little friend from dangerous fish who wanted to eat it, and help to overcome obstacles.

A day later, I met a young man with a hat on. He had dark brown hair, almost purple, and long almost touching his shoulders, and red eyes. He looked a little like Willie, from Willie Wonka. He asked me what I did here.
I told him that me, and the little friend appeared in this lake, because of a black hole who absorbed us.
It is hard to believe, but he helps us find home, he said.

We swum together. Under water, but what was weird is that I forgot to help the little friend. Like, how could I forget to protect it? It is my friend, I can't leave it alone. It is still too young to survive on its own. Why does this guy let me forget it??
We found more people, they came from Atlantic. But Atlantic looked a little old, and not cleaned up at all. It was full of nasty stuff from the lake, and how could Atlantic end up in a lake? I didn't think about it too much.
The people from Atlantic were very kind, and wanted to help us. I was relieved when they had a special device that could bring you to your destination. It was a flying elevator.. (Like in Willie Wonka)

The elevator stood under water at the bottom of the lake near Atlantic, but there was one problem. The little goldfish/friend, couldn't get out of the water. The scales of the fish could dry up, and it could die. The people of Atlantic had a idea. They had a plastic bag with water, and they could the gold fish in. I was a idea, but is it really good? I want to know if the little friend finds it ok to be in such a small bag.. They had not a little aquarium sadly...
I asked the little friend if he wanted that. It answered with a blub. ''I think it says it is ok.'' I say. ''Hang in there, little friend.'' I say to it.
We began to swim to the bottom of the lake. I dragged the little bag with me, and the little friend near me.
The hatman is going with us together to the Island, he needs to go there too, somehow?

What was shocking, is when I stepped in the elevator, I again forgot to take the goldfish with me in the elevator. ''Again?!'' I quickly got outside the elevator, and wanted to take the little friend, but it suddenly drove on his back, and slowly fell to the ground. I quickly hold my hands under the goldfish, and hold it in my arms.
''........It is dead? Why, what happened?'' I didn't saw what happened, but it suddenly was on it's back. Did it have a heart attack of something? Still having it in my arms, I got condolences from everyone from Atlantic, and from the hatman. I cried my eyes outT_T Why is my little friend dead? It was still so young.. it had a whole life ahead for him... I didn't know what the case was, but I hold my little friend dear, and never let go of him.

We had to go, and I held on the elevator. It began to go to the sky. I still hold the goldfish in my hands. Planning to make a pretty grave for it when I arrive home. I got a little fatter because of the trip with the elevator. (Somehow I get fat when I sit too long, I barely sit, and always move.)

I arrive home. I was really happy to see everyone, but what was shocking was. For me it was only 5 days gone, but for them, it was a full 2 years missing. How can I be gone for two years? Is time gone faster in the lake then normal? The girl I was in love with was also gone. She is in Hollywood, trying to be a actress. I didn't even had the time to say goodbye to her... What happened here while I was gone??

I already was 11 in this time I was gone. I already made a little grave for the goldfish, and prey for him everyday. Also getting more thinner, because I move a lot again like crazy!!

It was here that I woke up. I hope it is a interesting dream I dreamedxD
See you with the next dream!
-Yukita-

*Sorry if the grammar is bad at some point!! I am trying hard, if there are any things that are written wrong, you can tell me! thank you!*