May 06, 2010
Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow.
Snow. A phenomenon over in the southern regions of England. Sunshine and snow were two elements missing from my seasons in the UK but yet in my dream it had snowed as heavy as ever and on my school premises. I was walking from one of our many hallways to the I.T. Block. I think I had left my bookbag (odd since the days of my carrying bookbags has expired) in one of the computer rooms and I needed what ever was in it.
I wasn't really wearing all the necessary attire to be traipsing through snow but I did have some boots on. I think they were red, a scarlett red. I began was shoul have been a short uncomplicated journey to the I.T. Room however the geography of my school altered. I had to walk through a mini icy jungle. I found it exciting and adventurous. After a shortish period of time I had left the jungle only to find my struggles were only beginning. The computer block was in sight but there was like a garden of ice separating me from what I wanted. I attepmted at first to walk across the ice. I slipped immedately though undamaged. I saw a man digging through the ice to the earth that lay buried beneath it. He uttered something to me about struggles or romance (random). I remember asking him why he struggled tried to create a path when he could run along the grass. The grass had only a sprinkling of ice so I ran across tobget my bag. Before entering the building I saw two men enter before me.
I knew they were going to do something stupid because for some odd reason I was acquainted with them. I called out to one of them asking if I could go in the room first to get my things. They replied "Sure, sure go get your things we'll let you out." I knew if I went in while they were there I wouldn't be able to leave. They were planning a hold up in the room I wanted access to. I tried to stay hidden, looking for a way to get my things. I recognised my history teacher in an office near the room. I went back to the office but he had already gone. I wanted to alert someone about what the men were doing but without them knowing I had turned on them. None of the teachers could see me so I left forgetting about my bag. I saw the guy again outside.
He wanted my assistance crossing the ice. I held hands with him and together we walked through it. He wanted to ho through the ice again so we did. It was odd though because as much as I love my snow I'm not a fan of walking through ice. So why offer to go a second time I wonder?
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