Dream 7 (RF2292)

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr> <td valign="top" colspan=2 height=80 BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#F7F7FF" bgproperties="fixed" background="1af00500dvldtc.gif"> <div> <FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#FFCC66" FACE="Arial" ><B>DreamWorld: Site Two</B></FONT><B>     |     </B><A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="DreamWorld: Site Two"><U><B>home</B></U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id46.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Dream 4 (RF2292)"><U>Dream 4 (RF2292)</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id50.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Dream 5 (RF2292)"><U>Dream 5 (RF2292)</U></A>   |   <A HREF="id51.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Dream 6 (RF2292)"><U>Dream 6 (RF2292)</U></A>   |   <B>Dream 7 (RF2292)</B>   |   <A HREF="id59.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Dream 8 (RF2292)"><U>Dream 8 (RF2292)</U></A></div> <div> </div> </td> </tr><tr> <td valign="top" width=210 BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#F7F7FF" background="1b0d2c00dvldtc.gif"> <div> Dream #7 </div> <div> From: June 28, 2002</div> <div> <A HREF="id20.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Kalin"><U><IMG SRC="0f3b4350.jpg" border=0 width="180" height="53" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A><A HREF="id21.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Sathya"><U><IMG SRC="1c6af370.gif" border=0 width="175" height="55" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A><A HREF="id22.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="RF2292"><U><IMG SRC="1a0b13b0.gif" border=0 width="177" height="59" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></U></A></div> </td> <td valign="top" height=400 BGCOLOR="#000000" TEXT="#F7F7FF"> <div> Dream 7 (RF2292)</div> <bR> <div> <B>Characters</B>:      Me</div> <div>           Sathya (somewhat, she's the focus of the dream)</div> <div>           Kalin</div> <div>           Chad</div> <div>           David Ferris</div> <bR> <div> <B>Setting</B>: My locker hall from last year (upper level of the school, bordered by foreign language classrooms, nearby to the attendance office, which, in the dream is replaced by a small restaurant [which resembles something from my experience heading up to Williamsburg, VA in the eighth grade])</div> <bR> <div> <B>Note</B>: I woke up right before this dream with another one, but as I woke up from this one, I realized I was in a state of semi-consciousness during most of this dream, i.e. a lucid dream of sorts. Also, so much of this dream ties in to what was going on during the past school year, although not always in the correct time, manner and place.</div> <bR> <div>      I walk in to school early; it's about seven-thirty in the morning, as school starts at 8:10. Today is the day art projects are due for our literature class, and everywhere people are displaying their art projects. </div> <div>      I put away my stuff (I suppose, as that's a gray area in the dream) in my locker (this is one of those short lockers, and the lockers below me are being repaired) and make for the restaurant. I walk in, and I see David Ferris showing off his project (it looks impressive)</div> <div>       As I walk away I hear someone say, in reference to David, “His face is so full of her (expletive) he could take her dumps for her!” Obviously, that person must have been jealous. I enter my own little Crib (watch MTV Cribs for definition, or call it a hideout if you prefer), so to speak, where Kalin and another guy are poring over their own projects.</div> <bR> <div> Me: “Did you see Dave's artwork?”</div> <div> Kalin: “Yeah. It's cool. Mine sucks, though.”</div> <div> Me: “Let me see.”</div> <div> Kalin (shows me the project): “There it is.”</div> <div> Me (actually dismayed by what I saw): “That's cool, man. You should consider going the Picasso way.”</div> <div> Kalin: “Thanks.”</div> <div> Me (I get up): “Well, I'm off to find Sathya.”</div> <bR> <div>      I walk over to another section in my Crib where Emily and Abby are discussing art and math. I ask if either of them had seen Sathya, and both reply in the negative. So, I leave my Crib and head back to my locker. Apparently some work had been done to my locker and her locker, as I can now see into Sathya's locker (you see, we have adjacent lockers). Both of our lockers are open, and the locks sit on the floor. I reach in and pull out her artwork. It's like nothing I'd ever seen before. It was so beautiful, yet it looked kind of unfinished, and judging from the way I found it in her locker, it appeared to be. Nevertheless, it still looked “A”-quality. </div> <div>       So I decided that I would wait the succeeding twenty-five minutes up to 8:05 AM for her at the locker. Time flew, but the wait was agonizing. I had meanwhile decided I would try to decide which lock belonged to whom. One of them “magically” attached itself to Sathya's locker, leaving the other one as mine. I tried frantically to open it, but I couldn't remember the combinations. </div> <bR> <div>  <B>Note</B>: this is where my mind returns to active consciousness, and I actually start trying to remember what my lock combinations are.</div> <bR> <div>       Chad walks up to my locker, asking first if I'd seen Sathya, and then asks if I knew where she was.</div> <div>      I replied, “No, I haven't seen her. I wish I knew where she was.”</div> <div>      Chad smirks in this odd sort of way and walks off.</div> <div>       Well, by now it's 8:05, and this is the time when Sathya heads to class. I still haven't seen her, and I know that her belongings remain in her locker. The odd smirk comes to mind, and I put two and two together to discover something's wrong. And like a madman, I take off looking for her, as class is about to start.</div> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>