| This dream started out with me waitng in line to receive my room assignment for college. I finally get up to the front, and the secretary turns around, pulls a Post It off the wall and hands it to me. It has my name and one of my best friend’s names written on it, and a room number. I’m thrilled now, because I’m sharing a room with Anna, so I’m bouncing around as I walk down to my room. Where I find four beds, a shower stall, and no living human. (No dead human either…you can relax.) I flop down on one of the beds (the one with my name written on it, on a Post It) and lay there, relaxing after being in that line for a while. Suddenly, a dog runs through. This dog is not excessively large, loud, or anything, but you can’t help but watch it whenever you see it. It runs through the room and is gone. A girl-I’m calling her Sue-pops her head up from under one of the beds and begins snarling curses about “that girl’s stupid dog”. Sue decides to get some vengeance by messing up the shower, so the girl can’t take one later. Normally, I’d intervene at this point, but I decide to let her do whatever she wants. (I’m so tired that I don’t care.) She attacks the plumbing, and the nozzle starts spraying oily red stuff all over the place. It’s sprinkling the whole room. It’s on me, the walls, the floor, all of the beds, everything except Sue. After several hours, she succeeds in getting the nozzle to form a huge ball of oily red stuff, and satisfied, leaves the room. At this point, I’m glued to the bed with this stuff, which Sue has drenched the room in. I literally cannot move. So, of course, there is a knock on the door. “Come in!” Knock knock. “Come in!” KNOCK KNOCK. “COME IN!” Eventually, the door opens, and there stands Al, resplendent in his all white suit from the “Pentiums’ video. He gives the room one long look, and snaps his fingers. The oily red stuff disappears, freeing me from the bed. I leap up and take his arm. We smile at each other, and then we head out the door to math class. Then I woke up. I guess the best thing to help me in math would be not a book, nor a tutor, but Al sitting next to me and whispering the answers. I think he was a bit overdressed though… My Take On It Next Dream |
| Nasty Oily Red Stuff 12/11/00 |