Situation @ time o' dream: Still adjusting to living in PA instead of NC. Often wished to go back in time and change what happened, or at least change the last days of school I had there.
Dream:
I went back in time, to when I was still in NC. I was in my math class, and I looked around and saw people from the school I attended between my recent one and my NC school. I thought that my wish had come true. But then I was gone again - I had moved. Only this time, it was different. I moved to a place - a town without a name, not within a state, it seemed. It was no place I'd ever been.
There were 3 schools in the layout/setting. Looking from the long dirt road, first was an old folk's home or something. Right of that was the elementary school. Then right of that was a softball field. Then the middle school. Then there was a road, where the dirt road curved, between the mid. school and the high school. Only, I didn't see the high school, it was just the high school's baseball field. I remember that there were outhouses behind this one.
I was in this... wide area near the elementary school. There were a lot of kids around. A guy, whom I'd known in NC though not well, started to walk towards me, but I changed my mind from wanting him to come over to wanting him to stay away for a while. He retreated.
There was another guy who approached me. He was kind of the guy that every girl in class, or most girls in class, would have a non-serious crush on. He bought rings for all of them. He said that they cost less than $20, and I geussed $18.50. One of girls with a ring from him came up after the guy had left and said, "You should see the rings."
Then there was a guy... He had brown eyes, and brown hair that I described as "floppy" because it was higher on one side it appeared. He was the only one there that I felt at ease with. He talked to me, gave me more confidance by being around me. He was my new friend, the boy with floppy brown hair.
As we walked down the dirt road together (during our talks), I was older. It was like years passed while we chatted, and we both grew. I felt that he looked about 14 years old.
I don't remember what we talked about, but we talked a lot. On our last talk of the dream, we were walking down the dirt road away from the high school and towards the elementary school and old folk's home. We had already passed the mid. school and were standing near the softball field. I saw that there was a game going on and wanted to join in. The 2 teams were boys-against-girls. I went to the girls' dugout and the teammates were told where to go. The coach told everyone which position they'd play this inning and they left the dugout and took their spots on the field. I thought I had joined the team just by going into the dugout, but nobody had noticed me. At all. None of the girls talked to me; the coach didn't say anything to me, and nobody seemed to see me. I wondered why I had not been given a position and felt disappointed and rejected. I sat down on the bench in the dugout and watched the game. The coach still did not even notice that I was there, even though she sat just about 7 feet away. As I watched the game, I noticed that nobody was playing third base - the position I used to play.
Then the dream moved to >>> after the softball game. I was standing in the high school's baseball field, as if the disappointing game had been played there. I walked toward a dugout, which was in the same position in relation to the field as the softball field's girls' dugout. All the girls had left their shoes in the dugout, and they had left empty milk cartons. I thought how stupid they were to leave their shoes and wondered for what the empty cartons were there. I went into the dugout and picked up a carton. I came out and walked away from the baseball field and towards the dirt road. I stopped when I saw the boy with floppy brown hair standing on the shoulder of the road. I looked to my right - there was a forest that looked sunny and pleasant. Would I go that way? But I looked back to my new brown-eyed friend and knew: if I went right, into that forest, then I would never see him again. He would be nothing but a memory; he would not come with me if I went. He could not come with me, somehow.
And I walked to the boy with floppy brown hair on the shoulder of the dirt road. We would walk back the way we came. We walked in silence slowly past the middle school and then the softball field. Lining the left side of the road were empty milk cartons and vases. I stopped to place my milk carton down at an empty space and noticed a particularly large blue vase. I disregarded it and continued walking with my new, brown-eyed friend. Soon he stopped. We were on the part of the road that passed the elementary school now. We parted unsadly; he halted and allowed me to go alone to the old folks' home to see my parents. As if it were my home.
The rest of the dream is not that vital, I think, and much too tedious and relevant to my personal experiences to describe.
