Thunder and Lightning

Dream 5/31/2018

A party is being held at my pastor's house. My cousin DJ and I attend, along with the rest of my family and hundreds of fellow classmates from my high school.

When we arrive, we greet and hug the pastors family in the front yard. I walk around the pastor's house. He has a beautifully landscaped yard. His home resides near a river. On the river is a twenty-foot waterfall. The image is so serene, I find myself in an almost trance-like state, admiring nature.

I walk around the front yard to look for my cousin. I see him playing soccer with several other kids. Suddenly I feel out of place. I'm no athlete. The ball gets kicked my direction. I softly kick it forward, setting up for a wows-er of a punt. Unfortunately, the first kick was a little too hard, and I have trouble catching up to the ball. By the time I do, it's already back where the boys are playing.

I walk inside the pastors home and lie down on the couch. I am alone in this room, which makes it peaceful.

DJ finally finishes up with his game of kick the ball, and we walk over to the basketball hoops. He asks if I want to play a game of pig. Suddenly, we are no longer outside, but rather in a gymnasium. Around thirty kids are lined up to play knockout (or as some people know it, thunder and lightning). DJ and I join the line. I look around and recognize students that I haven't seen for a decade, maybe even longer. It comes to my turn. I grab the basketball and try my best not to get eliminated. Swoosh! Nothing but net, well, maybe some rim, but it went in, and that's all that counts. I toss the ball to the next person in line.

Throughout this game, I lose contact with my cousin again. After sinking an almost half-court shot and receiving loud cheers from the line, I step out and look for DJ. I run into a friend, Derek. We catch up for a moment. Another friend, Sam, is standing in line. He is wearing a cheerleading outfit and screaming for us to notice. He dances embarrassingly. I point him out, but Derek doesn't see him. Dream ends.

I wake up

Electric Feel

A Dream From The Past

     I've returned to my old job at QRS Recycling. As I work, I fail at something, but I cannot remember. My supervisor, Justin, reprimands me in the break room. As he chews me out, I glance out the window. A garbage truck is driving through the parking lot with his back left up. He snags a power line and pulls it down. Since it is night, the workers cannot easily spot the wire. A worker accidentally touches it. The electric pulse soars through his body and throws him like a rag doll into the air. He falls lifeless to the ground.

     Several workers, unaware of the situation, walk from the factory toward the break room. Many of them touch the live wire. Each is thrown similar to the first. Those of us in the break room run to warn those left. I hear sirens. I am afraid that I will die. I cannot die tonight. I run and hide, but I feel as if the electric wire will find me no matter where I conceal myself. Dream ends.

I wake up

Sky Tubes

Dream 5/1/2018

There is a building in which I am not allowed. I can't be a part of the business that goes on inside. The industry of choir. The company of show. The building is big. Inside, there is a giant auditorium where the choir practices.

Somehow, I am offered a job in the choir. I will be paid $25.00/hour. When I walk through the ornate halls and reach the grand auditorium, I find that all who are in the choir are people I knew in high school. The man who directs the choir is a teacher from high school, Mr. Long.

In my high school gymnasium, the choir performs. Behind the bleachers, a vast playground of sky tubes is set up, the same kind that snotty toddlers crawl through at McDonald's or Chuck E. Cheese. A boy named Jordan is planning to sabotage the choir's performance. He begins to climb the sky tubes. I follow. At the top, it is more like a building with rooms. I sneak quietly through the halls searching for Jordan.

The play place comes crumbling down. I believe Jordan was the cause. Mr. Long is furious, and he begins yelling at me and others for the accident. I meet him later after he has cooled down. We sit at a machine that smashes items. I stick pieces of aluminum inside and watch it slowly crush them. While sitting there, I explain to Mr. Long what really happened that caused the playground to fall. That a boy named Jordan meant to sabotage his performance. He is happy that I told him the truth. Dream ends.

I wake up