Let it snow -- at the talent show -- in my bedroom...
It started out with Jessica, Tara and I, (I don’t know how this is possible but) we were sledding down a road, or being pulled by something – I don’t know what – on a sled. We were dressed very warmly… yes, Tara was dressed for the season, with gloves on, as well as a cute little snowcap on her head, and Jesse had a scarf around her neck as well as her black coat on. At one point, as we’re sliding in and out of places on this sled, having the times of our lives, all of us flew off, into opposite directions, and there had been a blizzard storm, so all of us went flying into the snow, not being able to find one another, and finally I found Jessica, on the outside of a metal barbed-wire fence, obviously it was fencing in something (What it was fencing in? I don’t know) and we wondered where Tara was, and soon enough, Tara popped her head out of the snow somewhere near us and yelled, “Here I am!”
Scene change. (I don’t know why, but I always have these drastic scene changes in my dreams.)
It is still Jesse, Tara and myself, and we’re still on the side of the road, but magically the snow disappears, and all of our winter clothes disappear, and we’re in black. And for some reason, we’re at the talent show, but it’s in the gym that night, and we’re on the sidelines. We can’t see anyone seated on the bleachers, it’s all dark, and somehow there’s a spotlight in the middle of the floor on the HRC, who are doing some stupid step dance, and there’s a group of my friends on the sidelines with with us three, and we say, “Oh, we can do so much better.” And then someone says, “Ok, then let’s show them. Let’s go…” and all of us piled together in this group, and start dancing out onto the lit floor, and it was this weird competition… it was most of us drama kids and music geeks, LoLoL, versing the HRC. Now, does that sound wrong, or what? It ends with my side in the middle and the HRC giving us dirty looks on the sideline.
Scene change, once again.
Now, we wander off the lit floor of the gymnasium, and somehow, I’m standing in my room, but it’s bigger than it usually is, and some party is taking place downstairs with friends and family, but I’m in my bedroom, and the only thing I’m standing near is my black desk, and underneath my desk, it’s pitch black, but I hear talking, so I duck down. Don’t ask, but the first boy seated closest to me was Steve Spera… don’t ask. I don’t know why he was there, but I could only make out his huddled body and the glow of his eyes situated on me, and then seated next to Steve was Jesse, and I could only see her figure, but I noticed her eyes staring at me. Seated next to Jesse, huddled next to her was Tara, and the only way I could tell it was Tara was the sound of her voice, for I couldn’t see her very well. And then there was one more person seated next to Tara, and it’s not that I can’t remember who it was… in the dream, I didn’t KNOW who it was. I just knew there was one more person. I mean, seriously, I know four people couldn’t fit under my desk, or maybe they could. I don’t know, but they were all huddled close to one another. And Tara asks me, “Mich, are you going to JCS rehearsal tonight?” and I respond to her, “I don’t know if I really want to or not. Maybe… I guess. Are you?” and before Tara answers, Jessica asks me a question. What the question was, I don’t remember, I just know she asked me something, and I answered her back, “I don’t know… you know, I don’t understand. Everything, it’s just everything. It’s like… everything; life is like a rope. You can tie it in a knot, causing a problem for yourself, tie it in a bow, which will still result in the knot but you make the appearance of it pretty in that bow, or you can just leave it as it is, and let it go.”