April 12th, 2007
Crossing the river
I am watching/witnessing part of what seems to be a children's adventure movie. In it, there is a large, mythical river-- it might be the Styx-- that can only be crossed by a magical floating bridge. From my third-person perspective, I peer down at the surface of the river from the bridge. There are holes in the ice on the river, and one hole is shaped like an enormous star. I know that the people below had to hack through the ice to get water.
The bridge/ship buckles and swings on end. Much like in the scene from Titanic, people start sliding off of it, into the river far below...
...I suddenly realize that this is all a commerical for a Happy Meal. I'm irritated. I spend a while thinking that I should try to chose the lowest-calorie drink, but I can't read the menu.
Hiss, Fizz, Bang
I'm in the loft of the barn with a dream character named Evan. We're sitting in the rafters together, and he keeps licking my knuckles. I laugh and pull away, telling him, "stop, you don't know where that's been."
We go back into the house. My sister and her friends are packing up, ready to go back to their college.
Modern witchery
(Apparently the dog in this dream is named after the one from Full House. How random! People in my dreams are always calling me by royal titles. I wasn't much for pretending to be a princess when I was little, so I've no idea where the comes from.)
I am standing in a large, desolate-looking field with my grandparents, mother, and sister. It looks like it's late autumn, because there are no leaves on the trees, and everything is dark from the rain. My grandfather raises a strange gun to his eye and shoots at a bird in a large, looming tree. He misses and hands the gun to my sister. She sights and shoots the bird. The bullet connects, but her technique was bad, so the bird starts fizzing like a firework and randomly flying around like a balloon that's quickly losing air. We all duck when it comes near us. It throws off sparks and explodes, and when I can see again, the scene has changed.
The new scene is in my school, near the pool. Everything is covered in hay bales. A golden retriever sits on top of a bale. Everyone else is afraid of it, but I go up to it. I remember to broadcast love to things I'm afraid of. I say, "hello, Comet. I love you Comet."
Key Club or some other group is holding a fundraiser, which is why I'm at the school in the evening. They're raffling off two orphans that they 'found somewhere.' I know I should be horrified, but I beg my mother to get a ticket for the orphan with brown hair, on the grounds that she would match the appearance of the rest of my family.
I go to find AM and RD, who are selling the tickets in the cafeteria. The room is unusually busy for this time of day-- the Key Club volunteers are getting food in between helping out with the raffle. AM finds a table, and we all sit down. CM is there, eating her lunch.
We decide we need a bigger table, so I begin pestering a boy at the next table over, convincing him to trade with us. We resort to flipping a nickel. While the coin is in the air, I say, "hey presto! Quantum mechanics!" The nickel lands, but for a moment there are two coins-- one that is heads-up, the other, tails. I'm surprised that quantum mechanics works, but CM isn't shocked. "I'm a witch, after all," she says confidently, "and you're-- what, the third-most powerful witch around here?"
I try to shush her, because I don't want this fact broadcast. She won't shut up. "That means you're the princess of Middletown!" she exclaims.
"Where the hell IS Middletown?" I demand. "People in dreams have been telling me about it for WEEKS!"
A few sophomores come to our table to say hi. I get bored and wander around, playing with my 'witch powers.' I leave the cafeteria and walk towards the elementary school, thinking vaguely that I need to catch the bus home. My old chorus teacher is on the lawn with a band of kids. A few parents are gathered around, watching the little band/chorus concert they're putting on.
I touch a key on an unattended piano, and the chorus teacher glares at me. A girl from chorus steps up to the piano and plays along with the chorus. I try to stop her, but she won't.
Alas!
Hypnagogic:
"It's probably loaded with saturated fat," someone says.
I sigh. "That's why it tastes so good."
Rebellion, squashed
I'm walking along a road at the college, muttering to myself. "How do they think that they can shelve us like that? When we get back to the hotel all my troops are sneaking out and completing this mission, once and for all."
My mother drives up in a green car, along with ES, my coworker. My mother drives into a parking lot by the dorms and ushers ES and I into a large red van. A fat, balding man is driving it. The inside of the van smells like stale cigarettes. He drives off with the passenger seat door still open and I have to close it while he drives.
Feeeny... Feeeny... Fee-hee-heeeny...
Mr. Feeny, from Boy Meets World, is on the local news channel as a weatherman. I'm disappointed to see that he's predicting more cold and snow for the Northeast US.
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