November 25th
Mood: Fabulous
(If you can catch the reference, give yourself a cookie. If you didn't, you'll have to ask for one.)
I had a dream last night that I have to write down before I forget about it. Then again, it's one of those dreams that you really don't forget about quickly. Anyway, here goes.
Part 1: Bus Drivers
It began as some kinda Hollywood preview for a movie about three bus drivers and bet they placed on who could get 50 smart kids into their bus. Any other details about the wager I either didn't dream up or I forgot. Anyway...
Part 2: My school
Apparently one of the drivers chooses my school and is starting to round up some of the geeky kids. I'm not one of them, but my music teacher asks me, instead of some of the better singers in my choir, to help with a few of her freshman. So I go, but in order to do so, I needed to kill the guard in front of the music room.
Part 3: WTF
Now, this is where things get weird. The music room was a large double door in a hallway, which is in not a single way like the door to my real music room. And in order to kill the guard, I needed to pick up a plasma cannon and shoot him. So I grab one, start blasting at him, and he shoots me back with his own cannon. My vision flashes red, kinda like in Halo 3 when you get hit from enemy fire. He dies after a few seconds, and then the word shifts.
The music room is now some grand hallway with about ten stories above us, there was fauna spread out in decorative places, a large circular platform was at the end of the hall which was accented by this huge window that looked out into, well nothing. I just saw blue, didn't know what it really was.
Anyway, the bell rings and I automatically head back to whatever class I'm going to. No idea where I truly am going. Then, a ton of students star pouring out of the doorway I'd just opened. Most of the guys wore a dark gray shirt with a dark gray with black accents sweater, and the girls wore either a lime green or lemon yellow shirt with a picket over the left breast. For some reason, some of them also had name above their heads displayed like it was being written on a digital clock, and in blue. The name above their head was also not the name of the person. I don't know how I know this, but I did.
I didn't find this strange. Well, they kinda sweep me along, and when I turn around again, I'm walking down a large hallway that ran along the wall of the giant hall I talked about above; one side of the hall had the actual wall, the other had a glass railing. If you think of the giant hallway in the one robot building company from the Will Smith movie iRobot, you've got the idea.
Well, the mob of people brush past me and I end up in the back of the mob, and I can hear someone singing in a tone that was freakishly similar to mine. He's singing Con Te Partiro, which is an Andre Bocelli song and one that I can sing fairly well. He's having some difficulty with it, as some of his notes are off, and I decide to sing with him. I give him a pointer that his note in one part is too sharp, and he says thanks. We continue talking and I ask him what section he sings in, and I can't remember the answer he gave me.
After he leaves for his next class, I cross my arms over my chest, and I could almost feel myself blush. A few seconds after that, I think my conscious self actually started to affect the dream, since I started panicking and wondering what the heck was going no.
I found myself huddled in a corner, freaking out, when a friend of mine from school, named Brian, comes up. He's wearing the lemon yellow style shirt the girls wear for some reason, and he's trying to help me out. So I panic a bit, telling him stuff. I remember asking him about a word that had popped into my head, I don't remember what the word was, but it was what the words above the persons head were and I told him about the guy I'd met in the hall who'd been kinda cool, but I think I had their name above my head.
He reassures me saying that it's not what I think it is, and that the names where just a sort of signifier as to who the person's best friend or lover were. He didn't say if it was automatic or if I could set the name myself. Then I was woken up, which sucks, because I really wanted to see how this continued, and I really, really wish I knew what the word for the floating names where. I don't think it was tag or a marker...I think it was "Res". I guess maybe the same as screen resolution or something. That, or I just really like the term. (It came from an Anime I'd seen where a res was a false human, but that's a story for another time.)
End
Well, this is one of the more weirder dreams I've ever had, and I'm glad I got down what I got down here before I forgot it.
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