memorable

I'm sitting in mrs.hadaways class and she's teaching about dyslexia. Let me remind you she's originally a business teacher.
I remember her saying something along the lines of: dyslexia is a dangerous disease. it consumes everything you eat.
I raise my hand and she calls me: Isn't it weird that a micro-organism can affect our body with great precentage? I recall myself saying. And she just looks at me dumbfoundedly and I look around the class and it's silent. Then she says, "Uhm. Yes."
I begin to walk out of the class. Then all goes black and at first i think i'm blind/ someone turns them back on and my vision becomes blurry. I fall to the floor in mid-panic until someone comes and gives me their glasses. I look up and see a girl in my view. Her name is Sarah. She takes my hand and lifts me and we start to walk out of the school.
We're in a room, on a bed. She's lying on top of my with her head on my chest and her arms resting under my back, as though hugging me.
She starts to kiss on me from my head to my legs. She then pulls off my pants and starts to give me a blow-job.
After sucking for some time she stops for an unexpected reason-- the tip of my penis comes off. I blink and swallow the spit lodge in my throat. Then I croak: did the tip of my penis just come off? She says Yes. "Well put it back on", I say
And she does.
She climbs over me and says: I'm going to bed
I reach over to give her a kiss goodnight, BUT she only pushes out her foot and tells me to go away.
Sarah leaves from my dream.

Soon comes another girl. She's naked, trying to take a picture of herself in this irregular pose. She is on her knees with one hand holding her up with her ass high up in the air with her loose hand trying to capture an image. I remember thinking to myself that her ass looked like the ears of a stuffed teddy bear, then I snicker and ask: what are you doing?
I don't recall her answering. Then I say something else, like: "I bet you get all the guys."
She has really long hair and caramel skin. She's lying on her back now with her legs half-way apart. She's gorgeous.
"why dont you have a boyfriend?"
She says curtly: "I do. In New York."
I remember one time she and I made-out but she wouldn't fuck me. It all makes sense. Long-distance relationships get lonesome time to time. I don't blame her.
" Oh" Is all I can think to say.
And that's all I can think to remember.

I'm driving away from a mall-like school. There's a feeling of emptiness surging through my veins and my head starts to feel heavy with thought. I can't understand why He would do such a beautiful and unbelievable thing then just walk away expecting me to function without him. It's as though he's insensitive to the sensitive.
My mom sees me internally freaking out and coos,
"Are you okay, Honey?
In an instant I'm knocked off my pedestal by her voice. It's as though an angel swooped down from the heavens and slid into my mother's mouth and is seeping out in fragments of words.
She looks at me blankly and I blurt out, "Oh. No. Nothings going on, what must you think such a think?" And I force a wide smile across my face.
"No reason, Honey. How was the mall?"
If only she knew what just happened. If only anyone know, especially him, I could come clean of all the mess I've made inside of myself. Days like this I miss being a child; a life without worry or possession, where my mind was as clear and vast as the summer sky and my heart was as fertile as sweet violets in spring.
"It was all right."

I'm sort of glad she's lost interest in my mall venture. I can't stand talking about it anymore.
I look out the window as our car comes to a red light, and next to me is a group of guys in a Range Rover hollering out like wild animals. I can't quite distinguish what they're hollering about but something tells me I don't want to know.
I make out one of the guys for being the best friend of my crush. I instantly shutter in my seat at the thought of him knowing and look away as fast I can. I know he doesn't know but something tells me he may. I mean, guys don't gossip as much as females; do they even talk about anything other than sports and hot chicks they'd like to bone and video games? Over my thoughts I hear the word crush and look over to my right and see all the guys in the car next to us staring directly at me. I now understand why deer don't move when in the focus of two daunting headlights. Why they'd rather sit and watch them pull closer. They can't move even if they'd tried. It's an act of utter shock and fear.
My mom pushes forward and they turn the corner away from us.
I'm flooded with relief when I look over to my mom. It's as though she knows everything. That this entire time she's been my guardian angel watching over every little thing I do. I turn away in relief and stare at the trees and rows of tiny houses. I hear a sound of music; like a flute or a clarinet in the distance. It pulls closer and takes me along with it. I try to figure out where the beautiful music is coming from when I turn to mother and notice that she's turn on the radio (DUH).

I relax in my seat. I turn to my mom and as I'm about to speak she stares at me and her face stretches into a forced smile and her skin begins to sag then pull apart from her bone. She starts to turn inside out and her flesh becomes prominent and her eyes buck out of her head like she's accusing me of treason. She looks like she can see right through me, that she's reliving the memories of me walking around school trying to figure out which class He has and where and when to be just so I can see him for only a few seconds. Me in the bathroom crying because I'm too afraid to say a single word to him. The times in my room consumed with restlessness because the thoughts just won't stop pressing in. I plunge out of the car in embarrassment and watch as she turns to a tiny speck of dust.

As I sit I try to calm myself of all the trouble that has befallen me. The process runs clean until I turn behind me and see the car with the piles of boys in it charging towards me, and again, I'm trapped in its light, unable to move. Before the car completely tramples me it stops and one of the boys emerges from it. He steps in reluctance and my heart begins to beat faster and faster with each step he takes. In any moment I could suffer from a massive heart attack, until he looks at me and reaches out his hand.
His face is like a magnifying glass placed in front of a sunset. He looks so warm and reassuring, as though his face promises I long night of rest. I can finally breathe now. Time just seems to cease in these few moments and forever seems like an understatement.
I begin to take his hand and start to feel myself coming back together, when all time seems to fall back into its place, in tenfold. Before our skin can touch, I'm drifted into another dream-like state in the middle a desolate field in the fruits of winter.
It's freezing cold and my skin starts to fold like leather. I look down and the ground is a great sheet of ice and before I can't blink the floor shatters into tiny shards and I fall along with them, encased in their wrath and forced into a continuum of pain. I look below me and see nothing but what's above me and so on. Then I notice a flickering light. It starts as a tiny speck then builds into a gaping hole, the size of a world, and pulls me towards it. Within it is a picture of the guy I saw at the mall. The one who has my desires and fears in the palms of his hands. He's sleeping like a child whose fallen asleep during a bedtime story. I somehow find the will to swim towards him before he fades. But as I stroke he ebbs away, like sand in the wind. And before time and space can catch up to me, I'm thrown out of the existence of dream and shredded into reality.

I'm in a mall that resembles my school. There's tons of people all around me, some faces familiar and some not. It strikes me as weird that there's so many people around me and yet I have no one to talk to. Then it hits me that I am new to my school which explains my shyness but it doesn't explain other's lack of curiosity. I ignore the stupid little thought and keep moving when I stop at the sight of my "crush" as you can say. He's just there all alone looking around as if waiting for someone. Maybe that someone's me? But then again he doesn't know I exist. So I try to avoid him, but as I walk he seems to only get closer. Maybe he does know I exist after all? But then I see him lunge towards some other person of who I can't make out. Is it a girl or a guy? Curiosity gets the best me so I walk over and see who he's hugging because it obviously isn't me.
It's a girl. My heart drops.
I run towards the steps trying not to look back. Luckily when I give in there's two obese chicks behind me snickering loudly. I exhale unknowing I was holding my breath.
I keep moving forward hoping to find something to distract these frivolous thoughts and just as hope lost its way, I find a gigantic library with books shining the color of gold. My eyes start to water as I frolic towards a bookcase labeled, Romance.
How typical, right? I can't help that I have a huge heart for romance.
I grab a book and open it and just as I'm about to read the title the impossible comes knocking on my door and there he is, standing ever so beautifully in his skinny jeans just the right size and his blue Hollister jacket that always seems to appear in my dreams(ironic?).
I blink as I close the book and try to shield my face with my hand (I don't understand why I wouldn't just pretend to read the book) and hope that he doesn't notice me(but isn't it my dream for him to notice me?).
He's on the phone talking to someone now. He's talking awfully loud and I overhear him giving someone directions to pick him up. Unknowingly, I've been following him while trying to shield my face this entire time, but he doesn't seem to notice.
I see a car outside with a man on his phone and think maybe that's my crush's ride. So I find the strength to pick up an entire bookcase and place it right in front of the entrance/exit way. Then I hide and watch as he tries to get out, snickering to myself with my mouth covered. He looks pretty upset at this point so I manifest myself like a fairy godmother here to save the day and pick up the bookcase and place it where it was born. He smiles and says "thank you" and places a kiss on my forehead and walks away, ever so sweetly, to his ride while I stare, eyes wide and my mouth stuck in a capital "O", trying to comprehend what just happened.

I was in a car with the famous pop-star Lorde and we were driving down a country road. This instantly reminds me of her song, 400 Lux.
I feel as though I'm maybe her boy friend in this dream?
We're not really talking, just driving. (Which isn't really a surprise)
I remember looking to my left and seeing the trees dissolve one at a time. I look behind the car and notice nothing but blackness. The heart in my chest begins to beat double-time until one of her songs pops on the radio, then I remember calming down.
"We're never done with killing time"
Now this all makes sense. The car, the dissolving trees, the etching road-- We're literally killing time.


During this weird phenomenon I feel my feelings shift from high to low. Something told me that this was the end of a dream come true, until I looked ahead.

The sky was a deep-red. It looked as though there was a heart in the sky and it pumped blood in the form of clouds. It was raining. But not ordinary rain. It was more like the rain in a horror movie, but an unnatural shade of blue; blue as the color of the Atlantic Ocean. And was falling right before us.
"Can I kill it with you
'til the veins run red and blue?"

The heart in my chest begun to quicken. The faster the beats the more it rained. I tried to calm myself down but anything I did resulted in harder showers. I faintly remember this but, Lorde started to sing. As she sung the sky drift apart like one big cloud being torn from the sun and the heart in my chest stopped, completely, again.

We come around here all the time
Got a lot to not do, let me kill it with you

Then our surroundings went dark and the only thing alive was the radio:

You pick me up and take me home again
head out the window again,
we're hollow like the bottles that we drain.
You drape your wrists over the steering wheel
pulses can drive from here
we're might be hollow, but we're brave

And it repeated and repeated, like a distant echo of a set alarm.

Me and a few others were in a boat on a river. the river was placed in ancient times and I had no clue where I was. but one thing I did notice was the water looked like scales from a dragon. I pointed it out to my friends and they ignored it like it wasn't cool so I was like "what the fuck guys, do you not see this cool ass shit? and again, I was ignored. so instead of trying to regain their attention I fixated mine on something else. i look down and i see a family of giant alligators. there were about fix or so and they were purple and blue (which is pretty bad-ass) but scary as fuck, so I tried not to focus on them or else I would freak out so I continued to flow in the boat. my anxiety was like to the sky so I jumped out the boat and one started to follow me so I was jumping rock-to-rock trying to get away and before I notice I'm on top of a wall and there's like hundreds of them trying to eat me so I hop over the wall and land in a frenzy of my middle school classmates. once again im terrified so I begin to flap my arms and lift from the ground and once im like 15 feet above ground a girl in a mermaid costume is dragging me down and the scenario switches into something im not so clear of.