The dream started off with me, my relatives from Colorado and my old seventh grade teacher (whom I despised, and can’t remember what he looks like. He had grey hair in the dream, but I think it used to be brown.). We were all sitting in the living room of my family cottage, by the lake. I was next to Mr. N (seventh grade teacher) and he put a movie in the player that isn’t for DVD’S, but from back when we used thick black tapes as movies. When Mr. N got back in his seat he was sobbing uncontrollably and telling us how meaningful the movie was.
The movie started playing, zoomed in on a lake with one kid swimming alone. He was clearly the misfit unpopular kid. Soon, colourful darts were being thrown all around him, circling like knives in cartoons, missing him just barely. Laughter sounded from beyond the TV screen, as kids came up making fun of him, collecting their darts.
One obviously popular guy said “let’s go, it’s getting cold.” So they all went inside. The last thing you hear is “hey look, in that plane is a kidnapper.” They leave the misfit alone.
That’s when I went into the movie, and it stopped being a movie, but my reality.
I was in the kidnapper’s plane, along with some of my friends from where I dance. I remember being scared of a plane crash, rather than the fact that the plane I was scared of crashing belonged to a guy holding a gun.
Somehow, we ended up back at my cottage, with the kidnapper. We were sitting in the boat which was parked on the dock by the lake, and the key was in it. He was keeping an eye on us, but for some reason when we started the boat and the choke kept on stalling on us, making us slow at escaping, he didn’t stop us.
We made it all the way to the rock cliffs, which are for recreational purposes. We climbed to the top, and there was a house on top (of course there isn’t really one in real life, just in my dream because dreams are like that). We went up to the house and Jocelyn, my friend, and an incredible dancer, kept on dropping the bright orange (It’s actually purple, but my dream is colour blind) tube which was behind the boat the whole time, down and up. I told her to stop because we were running away from someone trying to kill us, but she didn’t stop.
Then I morphed into the misfit guy and was back watching the movie like I hadn’t been in it.
Then a storm knocked the power off the TV, and I awoke.
Any thoughts?
