The Secret Room

Dream 6/18/2016

I once heard that there was a secret room in my school that had been blocked off. Today I'm going to find it.

I grab the blueprints to my school and start investigating. I search and search but cannot find the hidden room. Then suddenly a man knocks down some drywall, revealing the room behind it. We walk inside and find years of school artifacts long forgotten. We rummage through everything. I find pictures of the old school administrator who hasn't been there for years. I find the podium that speakers used to stand at during chapels. I find my mom's Prius, WHAT?!? What is my mom's car doing in this secret room that's been sealed off for years. I look in the trunk of her car and find baby kittens. Their eyes are barely open. Right then, my aunt walks in and tells us that we must leave, "this room is not a place that we are allowed to be," she says. I ask why? What's wrong with us just looking at all this old stuff? It seems that whenever kids want to do something fun, adults come in and ruin it. She doesn't have an answer to my question, so we continue to look. Dream ends.

I wake up

The Dark Road Home

Dream 6/18/2016

A few of my classmates and me are coming back from a field trip. 

We stop at a gas station. The teacher asks me to go in and get her a bottle of Bud Light and a pack of ice. I go inside and look for both items. I look through all the beer and can't find one bottle of Bud Light. I ask an employee for help. He points to a refrigerator at the end of the store and tells me that the beverage is in there. I look in the frig' but there is nothing but bait and frozen meat. I keep looking. Dennis from my dialysis clinic appears next to me. We greet each other. I tell him what I'm looking for. He grabs a six pack of 8 oz beers that aren't Bud Light. He takes three bottles out, opens one and hands them to me. I give up and head to the cashier. The cashier rings me up and asks me if that's all, I tell him to hang on and I grab a Snickers. "Now I'm good." 

Some girls from the van come in and grab the stuff off the counter and head back outside as if they were annoyed that I was taking so long. I run outside and tell them that I forgot the ice. They become upset and run back inside. 

The teacher is taking each of the students home. We head out to Middletown to my house. The road is closed so we have to park and walk. We start down the dark country road. A car crashes through the "Road Closed" sign. Then another car does the same thing. I tell the teacher that they didn't put enough reflectors on the signs. We turn down my road. I talk about my neighborhood as if it's haunted. Each house has it's own haunting. Some houses we see ghosts, others we just hear noises. But the house next to mine is the one I'm most concerned about. A dog lives there, I believe it's demon possessed. We quietly pass by the house, but not without waking the beast. We hear the growl, then we see it's bloodthirsty eyes. Everyone is scared including myself. Dream ends.

I wake up

Billie Jean

Dream 6/18/2016

My class is preparing to give a performance to our families. The principal of our school is teaching us the dance routine to the song "Billie Jean" by the king of pop himself, Michael Jackson.

The entire class stands on stage as the audience awaits the dance. The music starts. We all begin to move. I realize that I don't have a fedora, which is essential to the song. I go on without it. I learned this dance perfectly back in the early 2000's with my cousin DJ, but the dance the principal taught is slightly watered down. I accidentally revert back to the original dance rather than the watered down version and begin to mess things up on stage. Everyone starts to forget their moves and the whole performance comes to a grinding halt. Dream ends.

I wake up

Vacation

Dream 6/7/2016

On a trip to Florida, I discover an awkward secret about my father.

We've rented cabins on the beach. We're staying in the same cabin that my dad stayed in on his vacation not long ago. While sitting on a boulder in the front yard, a blonde girl approaches me. She's a local. Instantly, I recognize that she's the girl my dad's been sleeping with. My dad is in his late fifties. This girl looks younger than me. It can't be love, my dad's not that nice. Gold digger, definitely.

I avoid the girl and walk to the back of the cabin onto a deck overlooking the ocean. The ocean will be my therapy. The way in which the waves crash onto the sand, without a break, and the seagulls speaking their minds off in the distance, somehow brings me peace. But the sunset is my craving. Watching it go to sleep under the green waters is like watching a thousand romances. It warms my skin  Dream ends.

I wake up