Alright, so I had this dream only moments ago and when I awoke I felt compelled to write about it, so here goes...
First off, I'll skip the first dream, it may have been somewhat connected (and equally random) but this really felt like a secondary dream scenario.
So, in the dream I was sitting around in my leather jacket/etc (I guess I was planning to go somewhere?) browsing Wikipedia. For some reason I decided to browse the Gymnasium (School) article. While browsing I clicked on the example image provided (Fun fact: that article actually has no image in reality) thinking it looked a lot like the gym I had when I was in elementary school. Upon clicking the image I suddenly appeared within the actual school gymnasium in question!
I happened to appear during some sort of high school girl's gym class, which they all happened to see. So here I am, no idea what has just happened, no idea where I am, looking around shocked. Obviously, the girls in the gym were equally surprised by someone appearing right before their eyes. So really, just a big WTF moment all 'round. Eventually their (gym?) teacher, a rather short woman with curly hair comes up to me asking how I got here. She was obviously thinking I was some sort of rapist who broke on to school grounds or somesuch. The other girls gathered around, saying they had seen what happened and that it wasn't like she thought.
Now I'm in the process of explaining. The last thing I remembered was clicking on a gymnasium image on Wikipedia. They asked where I had come from, to which I replied "Halifax" (which is odd, because I'm not from/don't live in Halifax, I guess I was visiting?). The students all gave each other odd looks before one stepped forward and explained that this was about as far from Halifax as I could be; I was now apparently at some high school in the US. The other girls eventually drifted away to their next classes when the bell went off (Tsk, the attention span on kids today. Even a man teleported from Halifax to the US doesn't engage them)... leaving just me and the one girl who has stepped forward.
Now, in the context of this dream, this was the most beautiful damn girl I'd ever seen. Sweet, kind, intelligent, and a real doll to boot. She took it upon herself to show me around, and explain just where the Hell I was. Somehow the topic came up, and she told me that apparently I hadn't just been teleported to a different location, I had been teleported to the future! It was apparently the year 2010 now, I had somehow skipped forward two years.
So we're now walking down the hallway, and we stop for school security. There's a large crowd gathered around these particular security guards, just watching and not speaking. Once I got a better view I saw that some skinny little dork was apparently making out the old, short, fat, ugly female security guard (think Mimi Bobeck from the Drew Carey Show). Obiously this was a surprise to me, and I started laughing at the sight. The girl I was with (which to the best of my knowledge didn't give me her name, so for the rest of this I'll just call her "the girl")... elbowed me to stop. Apparently this was common practice at this school, and the security didn't take kindly to those who defied them.
This caused them to become enraged and push the crowd of students back, the girl was pushed up against me, our eyes locked onto eachother as we were forced into the tight situation. There was a spark between us, we had what you'd call "a moment". When the crowd started to un-uh... crowd we were released, still, despite being free, neither of us budged from being pressed against eachother. That is, until she was immediately shoved out of the way and her very large, very jealous, and very angry jock (Captain of the football team, blah blah blah) boyfriend who pushed me against the wall.
So here we are, me and this guy, his intention is to kick my ass, and mine? Well mine is to defuse the situation, because I don't do violence, it is beneath me. I look him straight in the eye, unflinching with a smirk on my face and I say to him something along the lines of: "Isn't this a bit cliched? The jock boyfriend threatening the handsome new guy in town because he happened to be near his girlfriend? Come on, we're better than this teen soap opera crap". I then forcibly loosen his grip on my collar.
Apparently this causes a whole big thing, he really IS that big of a stereotype. He keeps trying to fight me, and I keep avoiding it. I crack jokes, dodge punches, whatever. At one point we grapple (think mercy fight) and I bend his hands back and let him go. We're evenly matched, this is getting us nowhere. He can't hit me, and I have no intention of fighting him. So I say it as clear as day "Dude, I have no interest in your girl, I just want to get back to my home" (only the latter part was true, lol). He lets go of me, I let go of him, and I put my hand out offering a handshake. He shakes my hand... and then uses his other fist to try and sucker punch me while he has a grip on said hand. I duck, he misses, blah blah blah.
Eventually the girl steps in (what the hell was she doing during all of this?) and says this is getting us nowhere, that we need to figure out how to get me home. I'm all for this, finally, a voice of reason. Just then her and I have another moment with the boyfriend enraged right beside us. Just then... I woke up. Heh, wonder what it all means... I don't really expect many people to read this, but ever since I woke up I've had the urge to continue the saga in story form.
First off, I'll skip the first dream, it may have been somewhat connected (and equally random) but this really felt like a secondary dream scenario.
So, in the dream I was sitting around in my leather jacket/etc (I guess I was planning to go somewhere?) browsing Wikipedia. For some reason I decided to browse the Gymnasium (School) article. While browsing I clicked on the example image provided (Fun fact: that article actually has no image in reality) thinking it looked a lot like the gym I had when I was in elementary school. Upon clicking the image I suddenly appeared within the actual school gymnasium in question!
I happened to appear during some sort of high school girl's gym class, which they all happened to see. So here I am, no idea what has just happened, no idea where I am, looking around shocked. Obviously, the girls in the gym were equally surprised by someone appearing right before their eyes. So really, just a big WTF moment all 'round. Eventually their (gym?) teacher, a rather short woman with curly hair comes up to me asking how I got here. She was obviously thinking I was some sort of rapist who broke on to school grounds or somesuch. The other girls gathered around, saying they had seen what happened and that it wasn't like she thought.
Now I'm in the process of explaining. The last thing I remembered was clicking on a gymnasium image on Wikipedia. They asked where I had come from, to which I replied "Halifax" (which is odd, because I'm not from/don't live in Halifax, I guess I was visiting?). The students all gave each other odd looks before one stepped forward and explained that this was about as far from Halifax as I could be; I was now apparently at some high school in the US. The other girls eventually drifted away to their next classes when the bell went off (Tsk, the attention span on kids today. Even a man teleported from Halifax to the US doesn't engage them)... leaving just me and the one girl who has stepped forward.
Now, in the context of this dream, this was the most beautiful damn girl I'd ever seen. Sweet, kind, intelligent, and a real doll to boot. She took it upon herself to show me around, and explain just where the Hell I was. Somehow the topic came up, and she told me that apparently I hadn't just been teleported to a different location, I had been teleported to the future! It was apparently the year 2010 now, I had somehow skipped forward two years.
So we're now walking down the hallway, and we stop for school security. There's a large crowd gathered around these particular security guards, just watching and not speaking. Once I got a better view I saw that some skinny little dork was apparently making out the old, short, fat, ugly female security guard (think Mimi Bobeck from the Drew Carey Show). Obiously this was a surprise to me, and I started laughing at the sight. The girl I was with (which to the best of my knowledge didn't give me her name, so for the rest of this I'll just call her "the girl")... elbowed me to stop. Apparently this was common practice at this school, and the security didn't take kindly to those who defied them.
This caused them to become enraged and push the crowd of students back, the girl was pushed up against me, our eyes locked onto eachother as we were forced into the tight situation. There was a spark between us, we had what you'd call "a moment". When the crowd started to un-uh... crowd we were released, still, despite being free, neither of us budged from being pressed against eachother. That is, until she was immediately shoved out of the way and her very large, very jealous, and very angry jock (Captain of the football team, blah blah blah) boyfriend who pushed me against the wall.
So here we are, me and this guy, his intention is to kick my ass, and mine? Well mine is to defuse the situation, because I don't do violence, it is beneath me. I look him straight in the eye, unflinching with a smirk on my face and I say to him something along the lines of: "Isn't this a bit cliched? The jock boyfriend threatening the handsome new guy in town because he happened to be near his girlfriend? Come on, we're better than this teen soap opera crap". I then forcibly loosen his grip on my collar.
Apparently this causes a whole big thing, he really IS that big of a stereotype. He keeps trying to fight me, and I keep avoiding it. I crack jokes, dodge punches, whatever. At one point we grapple (think mercy fight) and I bend his hands back and let him go. We're evenly matched, this is getting us nowhere. He can't hit me, and I have no intention of fighting him. So I say it as clear as day "Dude, I have no interest in your girl, I just want to get back to my home" (only the latter part was true, lol). He lets go of me, I let go of him, and I put my hand out offering a handshake. He shakes my hand... and then uses his other fist to try and sucker punch me while he has a grip on said hand. I duck, he misses, blah blah blah.
Eventually the girl steps in (what the hell was she doing during all of this?) and says this is getting us nowhere, that we need to figure out how to get me home. I'm all for this, finally, a voice of reason. Just then her and I have another moment with the boyfriend enraged right beside us. Just then... I woke up. Heh, wonder what it all means... I don't really expect many people to read this, but ever since I woke up I've had the urge to continue the saga in story form.
