The Kestrel's Dreams

August 12, 2014

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I slept too deeply after the train ride to remember any dreams I had, but last night I had this one:




I was walking up to my old elementary school with Zukin: We were going to break in. Well, I guess I should say, it looked like my second elementary school, but the inside was a mixture of it and my middle school, and the cafeteria was something new.

Anyways. We were going to infiltrate the middle/elementary school. Once we got in (it was actually quite easy; we just had to open the doors and walk through), we found that it was lunch time. So we headed to the cafeteria. It was in the same spot as the cafeteria in my elementary school, but it looked more like my middle school's cafeteria. I was walking through the large room (it was wide open, with large spaces between the tables... Now that I think about it, it reminds me a little bit of my first elementary school's cafeteria, because I was so small and it looked like there was a huge space between the tables... hmm.) and heading to the table that had all the plates. Someone yelled for me to get a "cotton" plate, which apparently meant paper plates, because that's what I grabbed. I walked out a door and around a corner to the start of the line. I got up to the lady who would put things on my plate, and found that it was someone who'd been there when I was in school there. She recognized me, and at first I thought it would be bad and I would have to run, but she was all friendly and chatty.

She put food on my plate in a really weird way; she put some veggies on, and then a few noodles, then more veggies, and then a piece of some sort of meet, then more noodles, and then more meet, and one more single veggie. She was about to put the desert on my plate, but she said, "Close your eyes, it's a surprise!" And so I closed them. When she said it was okay to look, I looked down at my plate and saw a cookie.

I paid the cashier with my debit card, and then went out to find a place to sit; I chose to site at a table with two kids at it. I asked a boy if I could borrow his napkin, and he handed me one of them. I used it to wipe off the condensation on my drink. I crumpled the napkin up and set it on the table, and said thanks.

After I'd finished eating, I found Zukin again. We had gone separate ways once we got inside, but now we were meeting up to infiltrate the school-wide event for the last half of classes. It was a party of sorts, and we decided we had to be together for this one. We were just about to turn the corner into the hallway that leads to the gym when a guard stops us and asks us where our parental permission slips were. We didn't have any, so we turned away and tried to exit the building at the door right in front of us, but the guard then asked if our parents were here to pick us up, because or else they couldn't let us go.

We scoffed, flashed our driver's licenses, and said, "Do we LOOK like middle-schoolers?!" And then ran past the guard laughing. We crossed the street and started running down it, toward my house. But I don't like running, and asked Zukin to slow down, but she kept running but in a teasing way; she would slow down until I cought up and then, thinking I was ready to keep running, would go on. I told her to stop again, and we stopped about halfway down the second street on the way to my house. "Christ girl, slow down when I say so. You know I can't run worth crap." I said, and we stood there giggling about infiltrating the school.