MaevinWren: Dreams

         We were in a large boarding school, one that was in the foothills, and was very spread out as far as boarding schools go. Each had a room, somewhere, but the main house/hall is the most memorable. (reminds me of the place we lived at on little sandy road, up in the foothills of the Sierra Nevadas). There was an art show going on, so I went to the art building. This year there was nothing of mine in it. I'd be a senior next year, so I will be dominating it then, but didn't take any art class this year for some reason. The art is pretty crappy. Everyone is ooohhing and aaahing over it, saying it's very surreal. I look at it and mentally laugh. They call this good surrealism, just wait till they see next years show…The teacher comes in and is rather surprised, she asks the senior guy who seems to be putting this all together why he didn't include all his work, and others from the previous class art show. He replied many people have taken theirs home. The teachers and others ask why all of his work is not up, so he goes back and brings out the rest of his work and we all proceed to helping him get it up. Still not very good in my opinion. Mostly pastels and pastels at their worst, looking like crayons much of the time and in all Easter colors it seemed. One side of the room had a skeleton head up. A group of students in black said it was the Goth side.

         At that moment I was holding a banner that had what looked like a Hells' Angels symbol on it, so I decided to hang it below their skull. I had much difficulty tacking it up, and I ended up not tacking it strait across as originally planned, but putting two tacks in the center, and then just tacking up the sides. This made it resemble a body to the head that was already up. The Goths seemed quite happy. Then the teacher gave some talk in the front of the room. I was on the left side of the room, the Goth side being on the right. The body that I had put up had begun to inflate with air, and the head was bobbing around. The neck became detached from the walls, and it looked like a human restrained at the wrists, trying to break free. The view was made even more morbid by the continual inflation of the 'body' it now looked like a huge bloated body, writing, and trying to break free. Finally it came loose and soared over the center of the room and fell over a girl who had not been watching it. I was rather impressed that she didn't scream. It looked like the huge bloated body just absorbed her. The room was laughing and I left to look for someone.

         I saw him outside, (I think he was my boyfriend) he beckoned me to follow him and he disappeared into a bar (some sort of guy lounge). Through the window I can see him sitting in a booth talking to three or four guys, one stocky with long dirty blond hair. I was rather annoyed that he just left me like that, with out telling me what was going on. I stepped into the bar and with my angriest look, crooked my finger at him. He left the booth and followed me outside. I asked, "What ARE you doing?!" He responds that he is acquiring more friends. The guys in there are in the band, and once you have some of the band [as friends] you have all of the band. He seems rather proud of his plan and we walk back inside. He sits back in the center of the booth and I am somewhere to the side watching. He tells them he has the money from his brother's deposit (I seem to remember something about his brother leaving school, he must have gotten the school deposit back and not told his parents) and he'd pay them each a fifth of it. They were discussing the details, but I was rather disgusted by the whole thing (buying friends indeed!) and so was paying little attention. Then a dark-robed figure came in and all quieted down. It walked before the booth, and I seemed to realize that this was Elpahaba. I saw her hand appear through the folds in her cloak. The skin of her hand and arms was white, much to my surprise, since I expected green. But as she pulled off her hood I realized much of her lower face was green, and disfigured. Her jaw was overlarge and looked scaly. Her lips were permanently pulled back, exposing huge teeth that had gaps between them and black build up where they disappeared into her gums. But above her frightening mouth, her eyes were beautiful, thick lashed and a lovely deep dark color. I was very close to her as I greeted her, and so had a very close look at those eyes; they were mesmerizing and showed kindness, warmth, and a hint of sadness. She began to talk to them [and my memory of the dream fades].

        I know I left the bar and ran into another group of classmates. All the girls wore tartan skirts, and something strange happened, seeming supernatural. I remembered being very weirded out, and I rushed back to the main hall. Once there I went into the main living room, and no one was about. This surprised me, since I know we a group of us not long before. The room looked a bit in disarray. I could hear a TV somewhere, and a newscaster was telling people to find a safe place to stay. Huh, something was up. Perhaps everyone went down to the bomb shelter. So I took the steps down. Once there I did not find the large group of students I expected to find. Just two, an Asian girl and a dark haired boy. They were sitting before an old dark wooden desk. The room was rather like a big box, but to my left (I think I am facing south) the floor tilts up sharply and becomes sort of like a stage. The whole floor is covered in fake grass, and the tilted part is done up to look like a hill side, on which stood fake sheep and a mannequin dressed up to be little bow peep. The walls on the sides of the tilted area were painted to look like a cheery sky. This caused an eerie juxtaposition of the cloister phobic seeming boxed in part of the hilltop (It comes close to the ceiling, a person could walk to the top only if they bent continually lower), and the pretty open expanse that the painted imager portrayed. The whole effect was really creepy. Across from the 'stage' and to my left was cement wall of windows. Very tall narrow strips of glass reached from floor to vaulted ceiling, in a series that covered the length of the room. The glass was slightly textured, and the cement between each of the windows was only about 1.5-2 feet across. That didn't seem very safe to me, but perhaps it was special glass.

       As soon as I walked into the room, the two by desk looked up at me. I asked them what they were doing down here, and where was everyone else. They looked surprised and asked if I hadn't heard about the huge storm front coming. I looked out the windows with more interest. Being positioned on the side of a hill, the building had a beautiful view of the hills below (even from the bomb shelter). A grey mist seemed to have blanketed the valley, topped by dark storm clouds that I only had glimpses of through the mist. All was lit by a strange yellowy light. I sat down with them and wondered where everyone else was. It had begun to rain. And then the water came, brownish water seemed to travel in a thick blanket up the hill, and hit the bottom of the glass. Again I wondered if it would hold, and my fears became reality as the water spilled through the bottom edges of the glass which ended about 1.5 feet above the floor). We jump up and head to the tilt in the floor. I then realize my purse is on the other side of the room in the water. Through the window we see the approach of what looks like a huge vacuum cleaner, bearing down on the wall of windows. I probably would have found the view quite amusing if I didn't realize it was going to crash right into us. I ran down and grabbed my purse out of the water. We couldn't stay down here. I sprinted from the far side of the room, back towards the stairs. The vacuum seemed to swerve towards me, then straighten as I passed it and slammed it the glass and cement. Shards of glass flew past me and I vaulted the first few steps. I could hear my companions' screams behind me; I glanced back to see the girl against the side wall, with the vacuum bearing down on her. I turned back to the stairs, and heard her scream cut short by the crash of the vacuum slamming into the wall.

      The stairs swayed but held as I reached the top. The house was gone- just the floor and some beams remained, and part of the upstairs hallway and the stairs to reach them. Wind whipped around me, the foundation was crumbling, and the trees were blown bare. I could hear more screams and turned to see a group of my classmates running towards me, from what appeared to be a swarm of large stinging insects. Many of the tartan clad girls started to change in almost unnoticeable ways. As if an alien force had taken over their minds. Another pack of students raced across the now crumbling cement, appearing to be transforming, slowly taking on wolf-like features and growing tails. [I am continuing writing this long after I had the dream, so it will not be as descriptive, since I no longer remember it as clearly]. One of the tartan-skirt-girls-now-evily-transformed-by-evil-stinging-creatures runs up to me and swings at me with a broken pipe. I think she was possessed by the leader of the evil spirit, and I had the feeling that if I killed her, the rest would be freed. I ran up a nearly fallen staircase to what remained of an upper walkway held up by cement columns. It was all that remained of the upper part of the house, but it framed two sides of the now open ruins. She followed me and we proceeded to fight while trying to keep balance on debris and powdered plaster from the fallen walls. [this goes on for a while, but again, the memory has faded]. I have been tiring, and she has fought me back along the last stretch of supportable walkway. As I back up my foot catches on the links of a think chain that has landed on the ruins. She rushes me and I fall back, the floor below us collapses with rumbling crack and we both fall through. I catch the chain, and swing out, as she frantically grasps for the edge of the hole above. As I swing back toward her, I plant my foot in her side, and she falls. A loud crack echoes as her head strikes the pavement below. And I wake up.