State-of-the-art

Dream 3/10/2017

     Our high school has remodeled its gymnasium into a beautiful, state-of-the-art gym that rivals even NBA arenas. A person is giving each class a tour of the gym one at a time. Our class sits about half way up the stands as the gentleman speaks about the improvements that were done. I look down at the far end of the basketball court, under the stage are seats for where the choir and band sit during the game. The orchestra members are practicing now. They are wearing blue tuxedos. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Imitation

Dream 3-15-14

I'm back in high school.

The bell rings. It's time to go to Mr. Longs class. We get to his classroom and the door is closed. We see through the window that he's conducting a choir and a band. We remember that there is a big upcoming event where the choir and band are to perform. Someone yells out, "Mr. Longs class, go to the art room."

There are two art rooms. One upstairs and one across the street where the 'Madewell's Ice Cream Shoppe' used to be. We're supposed to go across the street.

We walk outside to the front curb. It's night already. We look up and see a witch riding her bike through the dark sky. Half of the students in the class are witches. I go back inside for a minute and come back out. The rest of the class has already made it to the classroom. I cross the street.

The good students are inside. All of the witches are outside. I'm friends with some of them, including a girl named Kasey. They are dancing and hollering under the moonlight. Kasey tells me that the good people inside won't let them in because her and her friends are imitators of Satan. I tell her that I'm an imitator of God and I'm going to prove his power. She asks me, "how?" I tell her that I'm going to make her legs grow. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Much The Way

A Dream From My Past

The Apocalypse has come. Rumaging through the rubble, I come across my old hometown shopping mall. I walk through the various stores. Almost everything has been taken. I come across an old record store. A few pieces of vinyl lay on the floor. I pick up a record sleeve, wipe the dust from its face and read the records band, "Much the Way." Dream ends.

I wake up.