9-13-08
Anger
I woke up feeling an unusual extent of anger, carried from my dream. This is as far as I have remembered: I was in a classroom, but there wasn't really a class during that time. I could remember I was talking to friends but not what it was about specifically. When I transferred to a seat, a guy classmate suddenly started talking to me. He looked at me with interested eyes. He told me he thought I liked him. I didn't really know what he was talking about, so, I replied with a little smile and told him I didn't even know his name. He kept telling me his name but I couldn’t hear it clearly, even though I tried to listen. He was a good-looking guy. We talked and some time in our conversation he mentioned the name Suneil, a childhood friend and elementary classmate of mine. I don’t know what that was about though. And then, a new teacher we didn't know arrived in the classroom. He was a foreigner, and an old man.
After class, I went to the comfort room downstairs with a little girl, I don't know who she is but I seem to have acted as if I knew her in the dream; it looked as if she didn't like talking to me though, and I guessed she was somewhat angry at me for whatever reason I have no clue of. I realized our classroom was in the topmost floor of the school building. The comfort room was quite big. There were many cubicles. I went inside the first one in the right. A janitress just finished cleaning that side and went outside when I entered the cubicle. It was a bit dark and I felt like someone was watching me. The little girl who went in with me in the CR entered the last cubicle which was a bit far from where I was. So, when I heard her door open, and knew she was finished, I quickly put my pants on (I wasn't wearing a school uniform. Weird.) even if I wasn't really done yet. I remember seeing her in front of the mirror fixing something, but I left the CR ahead of her because I was afraid of something I don't really know. It felt creepy inside the bathroom for some reason. On the way upstairs, I heard the class was dismissed, many students were going downstairs already that I couldn't make my way up and go back to the classroom. I then decided to go with the flow of students downstairs since I didn't have any belongings left in the classroom anyway. Even if I wasn't going home with my sister, I didn't worry about her because I knew she would be going home with some friends.
Next thing I remember was that I entered what looked like a faculty room hallway. I don't know if it's in the school or just in some building. It was noisy and crowded there. I could hear shouts and cries and the like, which I knew was coming from inside a room that was closed nearby. I was with some classmates/friends. A high school friend of mine tried to go inside the closed room crowded with people from the door and managed to know what had happened. In an awkward way, she was smirking when she told me it's nothing, and she was like..keeping me away from the door. It was freaky in a way. I got curious and suspicious of her (btw, she's Cristina, a high school classmate of mine in real life). And then, not long after the moment I began questioning her over and over, my sister who was accompanied by a teacher or just some lady who happened to be in that building, went out of the room. My sister was hardly crying and the lady was assisting and comforting her as they sat in the chair beside the entrance desk. I went somewhat hysterical, asking what had happened to my sister. She wouldn't cry that hard if it's something not terrible. She was only wearing her pink bra and her jeans was not properly worn..like it was forcefully tried to be taken off of her. There seemed to be bruises in her breasts/chest. Seeing her with that appearance, I assumed to know what had happened and it was confirmed when the lady and she herself told me. She nearly got raped. That summarized it. When she told me that, I was in angry tears for leaving school without her. She said it was when she was in the playground, a guy forcefully grabbed her. It was dark already, about 6pm when we were dismissed from school. She was walking alone when it happened. I didn't manage to ask her how she got away. I went away from her for a while, trying to breathe. I felt so angry..angry at myself because something bad happened again to her because I didn't try to look for her so we'd go home together..and very angry at the guy who did that to her. I felt like such a big failure. I cried in anger and stumped my feet hardly on the floor as I sat on a chair away from her, crowded in the hallway.
And then, after some time, me and my sister went home together. We weren't with friends anymore. It was now really quite late in the night, maybe 8-9pm. The road we walked was long. We passed buildings..dark, empty roads..a subway, and we got a bit lost in what looked like some amusement but weird, bluish-caved place. Every person we saw around looked cold and scary. It was relieving when a group of friends from way back in high school bumped into us and found the exit with them. The good-looking guy who talked to me before was with them. However, we left him with a guy friend of his when the white part of their eyes suddenly turned red, like they were transforming to some evil, scary creature. My sister didn't notice it. The good-looking guy told me, as he was trying to control himself from transforming, as well as trying to not look at me, to go away fast and leave without them. I didn't want to know to what creature they would transform into. I grabbed my sister and ran as fast as we could.
We caught up with the group of friends we had been with awhile ago. We did, and then we started parting ways again when we arrived at the loading terminals of jeeps. Me and my sister got in a crowded jeep. She wasn't sitting beside me. She was on the other end. Passengers were entering the vehicle hurriedly..when lastly, a crazy-looking guy sat on the row in front of me. The jeep immediately started running when it got full. The crazy man in front of me then began to act more crazy. He was really acting weirder and weirder. He was touching me where he wanted and was laughing in a very scary-crazy way. I was so pissed off of course. Whenever he tried to touch me, I took his filthy hands away from me. I was even shouting at him. The passengers inside didn't seem to care but I know they know what was happening. The guys beside the crazy man didn't even bother to stop him and that crazy man seemed to only have had his eyes on me. He was doing what he did over and over again, never stopping. I was sooo very angered that I started hurting him too. I transferred seats when a passenger got off but the crazy man followed me. When he was just a few seats away from my sister, I began to really bottle up with anger. The moment he touched me again, I held his hands so tightly, gripped it like I've never gripped anything like it before and punched his face, right through his pointed nose over and over. He kept struggling to harass me and kept laughing evilly, but, I didn't stop punching him. I was really so angry. And then, I woke up. That was only the moment I realized that I was dreaming. I didn’t go back to sleep after that.
I haven't felt that angry in a dream before..and there isn't really anything I'm being angry about lately. I've been getting enough sleep too, but yea, my sleeping time isn't that regular. Been watching a lot of movies also. I'm guessing those maybe influences then.
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