the world becomes still as I stand and watch

I have been avoiding this. I have always wondered what the depths hold, and when I catch a glimpse, I most often feel overwhelmed. When all I see is tangled mess, I become frustrated. I want to know. But when I get the chance, I see such an immense truth I become frozen with fear. 

A few nights ago, I had the most profound dream I have ever had in my life. Everything that held meaning in my being has dropped all logic; I slid down the snake, back to square one, and am once again faced with climbing my ladders. Writing helps, but only so much. Here is my dream, my fear and quite possibly the inevitable. 

The longest dream I can remember. Starts at the public pool near my Calgary home. I was attending a birthday party for a little girl. Several years ago I knew this girl, today, she is not so little. The party is over, and I drive my car, affectionately named Daizy, down the lane, towards home. The traffic is stopped by a single policeman, no one is getting through. People are out of their cars, arguing to be let past. I drive up over the curb, as I continue through, my car transforms into a motorized cart. I get the feeling something is very wrong, the traffic cop is not letting out details. I become very concerned to find my sister, Eden. I am driving towards my house, and two boys are running through the streets and alleys. I get home, but the building is a department store. My cart becomes a bicycle as I pedal around asking the sales girls where my sister is. I finally see her in the staff lounge, they are watching TV or looking out the windows that make up an entire wall. I hug her and she feels my concern.

 Comet fragments are blasting the back yard and through the glass as all the people inside cower. I pull Eden around the corner to take cover behind a brick wall as a blaze of fire fills the room and is gone just as quickly. Everyone is very afraid. Eden is wounded, and has an infection. She plays it off, but I know she is starting a fever. I sip fish tank water, and offer her some. She rejects it. As I spit the water out, I wonder why I just did that. We are listening to an old fashion radio, like from the 1950's, scrolling though several channels, finding news. It seems that Japan has been wiped out by one of the first comets, and the rest of the world is expecting their turn. 

The next part has become a bit hazy, but the brick wall we took cover against has turned into a staircase. A boy I knew once is sitting on the second stair, looking morose. The store has become a woman's home, and she is very frazzled. She has a random scrap of paper, and is walking around accusing people. She confronts me and demands an answer, I look at the paper. It is a restaurant survey, or a golf card, or a list of coupons. Something trivial. I shrug her off and walk to the window over looking the road below. There is activity on the street. Men collecting rations, setting up road blocks, army trucks transporting emergency supplies and other men. 

As I look through the slats in the blinds, the sky has become a foreign sight. The comets have destroyed our atmosphere, and I can see outer space. A few patches of blue remain where the oxygen is leaking into to the great black expanse. My Canon Elph 800, a thing I call Gustav, has a super zoom lens, and I am taking photos of the sky. I feel like I am recording history for the few people that may survive. An accepting sadness creeps over and engulfs my soul. I think of all the people I love and will never see again. My parents enter my mind, my younger brother Jordy, My best friend Ally, and the one my heart longs for on the other side of the globe. I wonder what they are doing in their last moments and if they are thinking of me, I hope it doesn't cause them to worry and waste their final breaths in frenzied gasps. 

Up above, there are hundreds of thousands of comet tails filling the sky, some closer than others. I feel the world coming to an end, and I stand there taking photos on a digital camera. Once the battery dies, the electricity runs out, the photos cannot be seen. I think to myself, "I can't handle this anymore..." I wake up.

In the weeks and days following this dream, I contemplate the logic of our lives. I can't shake the feelings of loss, of sadness or the feeling that I have a chance to drastically change what I am doing right now. The networks we have built for ourselves, the grocery stores importing food from other countries, the gasoline at the fuel stations trucked in, the electricity traveling through the lines to each house. Once these inputs are interrupted, the goods run out, luxury shrivels and is forgotten. What would North America be like, if all our systems collapse? We have become so comfortable in our daily lives, how would we cope? With all our 'superior' technology, we cannot save ourselves from the nature of the universe. A few films have also explored this idea, the first coming to mind is The Day After Tomorrow. After I woke, I thought of the movie The Postman. Even though, in this story, the destruction of the world has come from war, there is a vivid sense of how people barely survive after the worst. 

This dream makes me scrutinize my values. That gorgeous dress in the shop window is useless in this scenario, money is only as good as the paper it is printed on, perhaps would burn for a few minutes providing scant warmth. The greatest tool we have is knowledge, ideas and thought. Our wit would be all we had to survive once the comets stopped pelting our home. We focus so much on the material, and leave little concern for mental growth.  And very few seem to understand that, very few people care. This irks me about the modernity, about North America.

 The greatest lessons we learn will come from chaos and loss. I am afraid of that day, but perhaps acknowledge that the true strength of the human race will only be found when every 'thing' is lost. 

monstrous problems

I was at my parents farm. Everywhere we went, there was conflict. Out in the pasture, we were competing against something, another man, wild animals. I kept shifting places on the farm, but I stayed as myself for the whole dream. Corey and I were hiding by the deck on the south side, when a gigantic T-rex ran by the house on the road. We weren't quite hidden, and I was very afraid. I had my camera with me, I wanted to take a photo of the dinosaur, but was afraid the flash would attract its attention. We slowly crept closer to the deck to become fully hidden, the t-rex had ran past, but somehow it became aware of us, and turned back to come after us. I haven't been this afraid in a dream for a long time. It was unnerving.  

missed yesterday

I was in my room, in bed. My furniture was shifted and my closet was missing. Lindsay, my long lost friend, was in bed with me. I was surprised to see her. I went to the bathroom to pee, and some how dripped blood down the outside of the toilet. The porcelain shifted into an arcade game, and the blood was on the coin intake. I was in a half empty small town western bar, and there was a guy acting like a jerk at the counter, making fun of me for making a mess. I wiped the machine clean and I was really annoyed at the man. The scene shifted to a corral. I've been in this place before, a bull was chasing me, I was up on the fences trying to escape but he kept following me, butting the fence, my family watched from afar, helpless. Except in this dream, the bull was chasing after a man. I was straddling the fence, watching the man and animal. I was concerned for the man, I was watching every move, tense, waiting for the bull to go crazy. 

pause

No dreams for a couple days. The past couple nights must have been useless info dumps!

I'm expanding my focus on dreams, into fairy tales, myth, tarot and human archetype. They all seem related. Hmmm....

airplane

Short dream last night. 

My mother, father, brother and two high school friends went to the Didsbury Area together. My parents went to watch whatever was on the ice, my 2 friends, Jen and Kendra supposedly went to watch as well. Jordy and I stayed in the lobby and were building and coloring and cutting paper. It was time to leave, the girls were no where in sight. I told my mom if they weren't back in 5 minutes we were leaving. I called, Kendra said they had gone for a walk and they would be back very soon. I was very annoyed. Jordy had built an airplane, the wings stretched so wide, two of us needed to hold the doors open so he could make it out with the plane intact. He was so proud of it. We left without the girls. I didn't realize until I had woken up, that they didn't return in my dream.

creating change

Even though posting every single day became a bit of a drag, looking back, I see the worth of my blog. I've been researching dream interpretation, themes and symbols making many of my nocturnal musings become clear. My acceptance on such matters is clearing mind space, allowing room for other creative thoughts. I am pleased with this. I am starting to see a progression of a journey. Before I started blogging, my dreams were most often about haunted buildings or a being hidden below the surface of a lake. Buildings and sometimes bodies of water represent human body. Now, most dreams frequently involve travel, transformation of myself or others, people I know or knew, home. Suggestively, I long for change, but still desire some roots or stabilitiy during the process. Here is my dream from last night.
fragments, transformation. The road is very icey on the highway 2 north, passing Innisfail, I am riding a imitation skateboard using a wallpaper scraper to remove the ice on the ashphault. There are people waiting to get through and I am happy to be plowing the road. Shift into a strange place, a strange house but my family and many cousins are all there. There is some kind of mini disaster, a blackout maybe, and we are cold, wrapped in blankets sitting down in the basement, but we are watching something on a TV perhaps. Muddled... My mom wants me to come downstairs and eventually, I grudgingly agree. I am not happy. I leave in a vehicle. It is dark out, but there are a few street lights or spot lights here and there. Driving down an alley, I find my car Daizy parked haphazardly in a man's backyard. A cute little dog is in the car. I let her out. I go inside to find Corey with a friend, an old man with a name I can't remember, but it is important. I tell him I let the dog out to pee because he left it in the car.

return

Wow! 20 days of absence. Some nights I would wake and not remember any dreams, other nights, I would remember a few then they would vanish right away. I think I needed some time to stabilize after thinking so deeply into my pysche. Ok, deep breath, here we go again.

Shifting perspective. I was in a sea plane flying across the ocean looking for survivors. I saw two orange life jackets with people in them. As the plane flew over and around to land, I was now in the water with the floating people. A man and a woman swam over to help us to the plane, we swam through coral mounds and my legs were getting scratched and poked by plants that felt like wire. The plane had turned into a small triangular tent, and we squeezed many people in. I don't know where they all came from, but there were several people to save. We left a dinghy behind, full of people, we were meant to come back later to rescue them. The tent tried to take off, wouldn't go. We circled around into more open water, it was very choppy. We took off and made it into the air. Wires kept poking me through the tent walls. I was looking through the window and the man in front of me was now Adam Dingman. We were talking about getting home. We flew over a private island, turned into a public beach, then we were in a bus driving through Didsbury past a BBQ, and a wedding. The driver was joking about forgetting to phone our parents, to tell them we were saved. We turned up the alley, and the bus once again transformed into a sled, and we were moving up a snowy hill. I was looking through my bag of random things- fake grapes, toy balls, bottles, glass ornaments, etc. A boy was playing fetch with his dog. I took the ball from the dog's mouth and threw it, he brought it back then I woke up.

I don't understand why I keep dreaming about my home town Didsbury. And people from my past. Maybe I have roots to shake...

nameless

a bit hungover today.. a hem

Anyway, I don't remember any dreams. I'm going to do some caricatures though. That should be fun....

good afternoon sprites!

I woke up this morning and didn't remember any dreams, so I had a bit of a nap.

Very realistic and more talking, noise. We were watching a reality show. It was about 2 guys and 2 girls on an obstacle course. The point was to skateboard up the escalators, and around a toy car track upside down. Only one boy could do it. The girls being interviewed and they were being sued for some damage they had caused, they weren't happy. 

Then I was on scene trying the skate board. Anna arrived and Bev was waiting outside, for  some reason she didn't want to be around us, and Anna and I were discussing it. The skate had 2 plastic containers as wheels, the front part of my foot was supposed to fit in, the lid was to seal around and the air trapped inside was to help bounce along, but I couldn't get it to work. Then were were walking around under the escalators, it kind of reminded me of Chinook mall and the escalators going up to the theater, around the toy store. There was a chemistry set that someone had been playing with that smelled like weed. We all went for a sniff and understood why Bev didn't want to be around us, she thought we were smoking it. 

Then we were sitting in my car, behind the Didsbury curling rink. Corey was shotgun, a skinny exchange kid and I were sitting in the middle, Ashley Edwards was in driver, and Anna and Dave were in the back. I was talking to Ashley, and someone was horsing around, there was hot popcorn on my lap and I started protesting. The skinny kid was getting mad, I told him if he didn't like it, he could get out, so he did. He squeezed out the passenger door like a ribbon. 

Then we decided to drive around. We were on the road parallel to the train tracks in Didsbury. We passed a billboard for vibe 98.5, there was a number on it: 121. They were advertising the wedding they were financing, the goal was to get 121 strangers at the wedding but admission was $4.95. We passed a Chinese sculpture shop with huge, gorgeous, golden statues in the window. I wanted to go in so we drove to park in the lot, Corey was driving. As we were walking in, Ashley was telling Corey that she sprayed a random cologne on herself, Corey said it made her smell like a doctor. I couldn't smell it and started whining, "I can't smell it, what's wrong with me?!" I walked in the first door, and as I was going through the second, a man was holding open the door trying to exit. We were in his way, he looked perturbed and started mumbling and to himself and twitching. Corey looked back, worried, I ran and hugged him and we carried on to the store. We were looking down an isle at a kinetic sculpture like a lazy susan, there was a plastic flamingo on grass around a pond on top. Eden appeared and was telling us how she made one just like it, then she saw shot glasses she wanted but they were too expensive. They were marked cheap for the next day. I went around to the other side of the aisle and Eden and I were trying on hats. They were ugly. The others were at the register paying, and I was looking at purses and necklaces, I wanted to take something apart and use the parts in my own art. There were three women in the aisle, 2 were sitting on a bench, one was talking and standing. The 2 sitting were a grandmother and granddaughter. The little girl said to me, "I like it because it's shiny." I smiled at her. There was a purse strap with very large brown lips at charms. I really wanted it. I mistook the price, what I thought was $20 was actually $120. I also saw a centaur necklace and a solved rubix cube amongst many others. Corey came to collect me, the others were waiting for me. I wanted him to buy it for me, but I didn't voice that. I was frantically pulling out my phone so I could get a picture of the lips. Corey put his hand on my shoulder, was gently shaking me and I couldn't get a focused photo. I was really angry at him. We left the store as a woman was coming in, the door was extra wide and I shoved it open so we could all fit through. Corey knew I was angry with him and he started belting out Alive by Edwin in an opera voice. A man leaving a liquor store was walking across behind us and joined in on the song. I started laughing really hard, and I wasn't angry anymore. 

yay! second day in a row!

I always wondered if there was any point for me to write a blog, does anyone really mind what I write? Beyond that self doubting thought, this has proven a good challenge to practice consistency for me. How shall I do? Stay tuned to find out!

Alrighty! Here is my dream from last night!

dark, covered. I was sorting containers, drawers and other crap in my parents basement. Some containers were filled with liquid, food, toxic material, etc. and I was making sure to dispose of it properly. It took most of the dream to complete the sort. I felt like there was someone there watching me, the way I usually do when I'm in the basement for real life. My Auntie Sharon came down to talk to me. 

That's it. Thrilling hey? No, Meg, that was not interesting. Yesterday I fell back asleep after I blogged and had a better dream. I didn't get  chance to add it. So to reignite the spark, I'm going to P.S. it! OK enjoy!

P.S. Colorful, fantastical. The beginning took place in my bedroom but the room was bigger and the furniture either moved or altered. I was getting ready to work out on my extremely old school exercise bike, but really I wanted to masterbate. Beth had drawn a picture for me on my old small chalk board and wanted to show me. She wouldn't leave. I tidied my laundry in annoyance, then I started playing with the chalk. A big meeting table appeared in my room, Eden was sitting a desk with a computer in the corner, and Mom, Dad and I were sitting around the table at one of the corners. Mom left to go rollerblading. Dad was telling me how everything he bought was crap after he got off the phone. He was talking to someone about the steaks he bought from them, they were advising him not to eat them, they were probably bad. I asked him what else was crappy. He said, "this table." There was a keyboard tray on tracks under the table, and the tracks went all the way across the length of the table. He shoved the tray and it slid all the way to the other side and crashed on the floor. We all started laughing. 

Then we were in a building I have never seen before. It was bright, sunny day and looked like it was a scene from Mario Land, on the N64 game. We were waiting for classmates to arrive, and one girl was handing out bright blue kokanee cans. Our coach decided to take us out to the field to play dodgeball. Dad, Jordy, Mom (flashed in and out) and I walked with the class most of the way then veered off to visit a man who lived atop a very tall tower, with series of stairways to access the house. His house looked like a weird gallery inside. I ate pancakes with oatmeal in them, yogurt, chocolate bars and tea, while the others were talking. Jordy had a small choc. milk with NEU in the stamp on the carton. We knew the milk was bad because we had cartons with the same stamp and they were all sour. When it was time to leave, Jordy and I went ahead down the stairs while Dad stayed a bit to say goodbye. I could see two men arriving, they were dressed in very colorful, elaborate costume clothes, and they gave an air of menacing. I turned back and continued down, Dad started down, I stopped turned and started shouting back at the man to warn him. The men scowled at me, went inside and shut the door. 

Then I was laying with Will Farrell on a straw matt, which was the roof of a straw hut. There were a series of huts, all connected by walkways or small walls. He was naked and I was fondling and kissing him. He said that we should be quiet so the rats wont bite us. He started floating up and followed a woman's presence. That presence was everywhere in my dream but I never saw her, only felt her. She was watching but not interfering. Then I was with Colin. He had been in some sort of demon coma for a three days and had wrote on paper and the floor and the wall in a creepy room in a basement. There were evil words, sketches and blood smeared all around. He was afraid and asked me what he should do. I told him to keep writing and started to rub his back.

I'm starting to dream alot about my surroundings, objects and words I've seen the day before and people that I know and are close to. I used to dream about frightening and odd places, with an obscene amount of detail. There was usually water or buildings hiding something from me. And I was usually afraid. I find it rather odd. I wonder what my future dreams will be like. hmmm... and I can't believe masterbate gets a red squiggly line under it! 

I'm noticing a shift in what I dream

I had trouble sleeping this week, so I took a gravol to help me feel like sleeping. Here is what I imagined last night...

Dull colors. I was following a deer through a forest with a similar feel to the tree grove at my parents farm. As I was following, we came upon a moose that was grazing amongst the trees. The deer spoke to the moose and let him know I was following and was a threat perhaps. I felt the moose become aware of me, and grabbed a large branch off the ground to protect myself. The moose was coming towards me, I quickly climbed the nearest tree to me, there were many trunks and limbs. The moose got to the base of my tree and reached up to slap my legs. He had surprising long reach. I climbed higher, having trouble. He kept slapping me, taunting and circling the tree. He started transforming to get better access to attack me. His first shape was a knitted duck, those old school ones that were designed to hold soap bars in their bodies. I dove down towards him and started strangling the duck. I felt sad but also concerned for my own safety. 

~I was apart of a community in Calgary whose neighbourhood was going to be affected by the building of a sound wall. The residents didn't want it to be built and were upset. Mom and Dad came to visit me at ACAD. Soon I had to leave so I could be home in time for the community meeting with the city. On the bus, which drove on the c-train tracks, the fat, uninterested operator was handing out envelopes with info pamphlets from the city. They were addressed to certain people, but he was handing them to anyone. I saw one addressed to Shaun Doiron. The man in front of me had mine. I asked for it and started reading. There was a handle leading to a page with a trowel image on the page. The handle could be detached. There was alot of distracting info about the benefits of sound walls, various projects in works by the city, work by the Children's Hospital, and about the contractors involved. There was a picture near the end of a nude man posing in a barnyard. I started giggling. A woman was sitting next to me, and my sister Eden was a few seats back, watching. The woman asked why I was giggling so I showed her the picture. The man had changed positions, he was doing a hand stand. She became really interested and continued to watch the picture change...

I woke up to my alarm. 

o dear blogging skills needed

O I've been behind!

Ok, last weekend, I had a migraine for 3 days and I don't remember my dreams. Tuesday night, I didn't fall asleep until 5am, then had a crappy sleep and don't remember my dreams. Somedays I get going with different activities and don't record my dreams diligently! Then I feel guilty and don't want to blog! So, if I don't record my dreams, I will find a good joke, or at least something to put up here! I'm going swimming tonight, maybe the water will loosen my brain waves! until then...

catch up o dear

monday - no dreams recalled

tuesday - as much the same

wednesday - lots of dreams - fragments again - by the time I got to my computer, I forgot most of my dreams. I am making sure my dream book AND a pen is sitting on my bedside table. But here is what I can remember...

Corey showed me a picture of Donavan. He had a huge white beard, and thick white hair. I was sitting in a class room, with several other students. The class room was a variation of my home studio. I was watching a boy work, he was distracting me with his looks and manner. I turned my chair to face the opposite way. When I moved my chair, I had access to three computers. I was happy. I was making an image. There were layers. One layer had white masks, several on a page, similar to he layout of a year book page. Another layer had wigs, placed so that they matched up with the masks. Another layer had eyes, another had mouths. 

Then I woke up to my alarm... Corey told me I spoke in my sleep. I said "I love this room"

no dreams?

I slept away from my bed this weekend, and didn't remember any dreams! I'm wondering what kind of energy my bedroom has that enhances my dreaming. It might be the glass dream catcher balls that hang by my windows! lol! oh well, I'm back in my own sheets this week. I'm looking forward to it. And soon I will start discussing the book! Buenos Dias!

quiet

I woke up friday morning, and had to take some minutes to remember my dreams. Over tea, I wrote what I could recall on paper first. This is fairly long, I'm going to try to shorten it. 

~dream fragments. I was eating lunch with 3 other women, they each had one of their children on their laps. We were sitting at a table with attached stools. I must have been uncomfortable because I kept going to the washroom. On the other side of the restaurant, behind a wall, was a pub and there were several faceless men drinking and talking. In the restroom, I kept changing my clothes like my mitts, my bra, my socks and stuffing them in my pocket, I kept changing my hair and sitting on the toilet. While I was washing my hands, Riley came in, but he was much younger. I asked why he was in the ladies room. With a grin he answered but I can't remember what he said. Back at the table, the woman sitting beside me kept transforming from caucasian, to African American, to Latino, into a red head throughout the dream. She ordered a lemon pop, she wanted it cold, but the waitress forgot to bring it. She was annoyed. A man manager came out with the drink to apologize and stayed to chat with the women. 

~I was a little girl living with my family on a dry, black dirt, man-made island. It was cloudy and foggy, I couldn't see very far into the distance, I felt isolated. The house was close to the edge, a bench along side, and a steep slope down to the water. The colors were sepia infused. It felt like we were living in the past, like in the 1930's. I was with my sister, a little blonde girl. I was brunette. It was like my real, older sister Eden and I switched roles. We were playing by the house by a hose. The hose started leaking through valves, we screamed and our father figure came to shut the water off. He didn't want our island to erode. He was worried about something, but I didn't know why. Then I was sitting on the bench with my real mother and my little sister was sleeping under the bench. My mother told us of a prophecy, and explained that we were special little girls who had psychic abilities. I wasn't surprised. Then my mother left to go back to work, and us two little girls were sitting on the bench coloring circles in a book. My sister didn't say anything, I spoke for her. Just as it was in real life, my big sister spoke for me. I asked her if she was color blind, and gave her the pink marker, telling her it looked more like a watermelon this way. But when she started coloring, the marker was green. I thought that maybe I was colorblind. 

~The next dream feels more constructed, I had it in between snoozes on my alarm clock. I was in an urban plaza at night and it was gently snowing. There was a man in the plaza watching me, but I wasn't concerned. The snow crystals in the air were lit by the street lights and were reflecting the light as muted rainbow. The snow was swirling and making patterns, and looked like it was generally in the shape dome, or a rounded pyramid. I was in the center looking up, and spinning around, thinking that the snow looked so beautiful. Then I saw a great glow from outer space. It looked like a giant flag moving but very, very slow. It was a message of hope from Corey. Others were starting to notice and were entering the plaza to see it, but they didn't understand what it meant.

dreams

Trying to figure what to write about.... there were several ideas surrounding me this week to start recording my dreams. In studio seminar, we briefly discussed dreams and an interesting comment was that dreams occur in cycles. I want to check this out. I have been having the craziest dreams over the past several months, so I'm going to blog them, and discover the value my unconsciousness can contribute to my consciousness. I checked out a book from the ACAD library: Dreams 1900-2000 Science, Art and the Unconscious Mind. There are writings by a handful of people, and a gallery of visual works concerning dreams. But more on that later...

The following is a summary of the dream I had last night. I hope it's not too long...

My Dream was quiet, colorful. I was staying in a hostel downtown in an Australian city with a girl friend. There was a line of women running past for some type of cause. They were cheering something. I ran along behind them. Eventually I was led to a beach filled with many people. Some were digging small trenches, building sandcastles, sunbathing, swimming and playing. I became distracted by the people, and the line of women ran off without me. 

Behind some thick brush, there were playground platforms made of wood and colorful metal handles. A series of platforms led down to the ocean, and started on a cliff about 100 ft above sea level. I wanted to dip my toe in. There were spider webs all along the platforms and on the handles. I was afraid to climb down, it was steep and looked very far. A group of boys arrived and their presence comforted me to make the climb down. They seemed younger, perhaps late teens or early 20's. One boy looked very similar to Luke, a boy who I desperately miss and lives in Oz. I was instantly attracted. 

The boys were standing on the top platform looking at out at the swimmers some distance away. I squeezed in beside the look-alike and we constantly made eye contact throughout the dream. As the ocean breeze rustled our hair, we watched a blue whale who had swum into the bay. People were swimming around the large mammal, and were riding the blowhole spray up into the air. As we were watching, a spider and its web was stuck on my finger. I was worried it was going to bite me.

 After I unattached myself, with help from the boys, we reappeared in the beach house that the combined families of the boys were sharing. No one spoke, but the people were giving me friendly glances. I felt it was time to leave, my friend was probably worried about me as I had been gone most of the day. A pregnant girl was going home and was traveling through the city, she was going to show me the way back to my hostel. 

At the door, I wanted to say good-bye to the boy, so I walked down the hallway back into the room he was in. I wanted to kiss and hug him goodbye, but the families were around and I felt awkward, so I went back to the door, and they all followed. We were all standing outside in the courtyard looking at each other. I was sad because I realized the boy wasn't who I wanted him to be, he wasn't Luke. 

After I had this dream, I woke up. I was wide awake and was extremely thirsty. I grabbed some juice and water from the kitchen and fell back asleep, some time later.