murder - classroom - the conclusion to a prior dream.
Saturday, September 07, 2002
Yesterday after school I took a nap. The dream during it was weird. I think I've had the dream before, but maybe I just thought inside the dream that I'd had a dream of this before. I don't know.
Anyway, in what might have been the first dream, I was in my English classroom. A young man, maybe 22 years of age, came into the room. I was on one side of the room, and a dark-haired teacher was on the opposite side. The teacher looked like kinda how I picture one of the characters in my novel. The young man, who reminded me of a student teacher I used to have for an English class, slaughtered the dark-haired teacher with a knife. I was on the opposite side of the room and not scared for my life. I watched in horror - I couldn't take my eyes from the scene. Then the young man was done and left the room, not harming me.
In yesterday's nap-dream, I had a sort of replay of that, only not. I was in a school or something, with lots of hallways. I saw the young man storm down a hallway, and I knew what he was going to do. I dodged into a room. In the room was a dressing table and a big mirror with lightbulbs around it. The girl sitting at the table looked like Justine Waddell in The Misadventures of Margaret and Charlize Theron. I told her about the murderer. (He reminded me of an old student teacher and Keanu Reeves.) I told her that the guy looked about 22 years old, had a knife in his hand, ect. She listened, but I wasn't sure if she was taking me seriously. She bolted from the room, looking extremely worried. I still wasn't certain if she believed me. I hoped she would stop the murder. I felt helpless.