Oh my.
I woke up just about 20 minutes ago with a bleeding nose and lingering fragments of my really weird dream. Since i don't feel like delving into just how bloody my bleeding noses can be, i'll skip over that and go straight to the dream.
I haven't had a dream like this in a long time. Usually (for those of you who know) i dream about really... random things like a flying carpet or a floating giant hamburger (yep, remember me telling you guys that one? L.O.L) and even my old chinese teacher trying to kill me for failing a written vocabulary test? yeah, this was nothing like that.
Of course it did have it's weird moments like the whole 'i own a giant red war horn' thing, but i'm not going to talk about that much. In my dream, i was in this really weird place and i distinctly remember thinking that whoever designed the building was an idiot because of all the trouble you had to go through to get to a certain spot. Pretty much if you walked in the entrance, you were greeted by 4 escalators, all 4 going down. then after you finished those escalators, you could either wander around on that floor which had basically classrooms or you could go down another floor with anoter set of escalators. This repeated for like 4 floors and considering in my dream i mostly had to run to the library and back outside constantly (the library was on the very last floor) i was a bit ticked. Since this place had a library and classrooms and people walking around with backpacks and stuff, it was pretty clear that this was a school, but i just had no idea WHICH school it was since i did not recognize any of the place at all, i just happened to know my way around (such is the way of dreams). Skipping the whole 'study class period in library' scene, the dream takes me outside where i suddenly start feeling extremely upset and worried about something/someone. This is when i sprint back to the library attempting to save whatever or whoever it is that i'm worried about. On the way down i see my friend Colyn and that's when i realize that the place was a dream version of my school (yes, i actually have a conscious mind when dreaming. Like, i can think to myself 'this is a messed up dream... but lets go along anyways') By the time i get to the library and i'm looking around, i find nothing but old ladies sewing (THAT was the weirdest part of my dream) and i realize i forgot my red horn by the desk that i was studying at. Feeling disappointed and still worried, i return back with my horn in tow and return up the 4 flights of escalators. When i return outside, in the crowd, i see these 3 boys. Two of them are throwing snowballs at the third one but you can tell that they're not trying to hurt him, instead, they are trying to aim so that the snowball just barely nicks the boy.
Apparently the third boy is the person that i've been worrying about because the next thing you know i'm running towards him nearly in tears. I stop directly in front of him and hold up a really beat up and torn touque that is his (how i got it, i don't know). After a moment of nothing, it turns into a sob fest. Well, mostly on my part anyways. I'm holding onto him for dear life and demanding to know why he did whatever the hell it was he did and whether he was stupid enough to want to receive a beating from me for making me worry so much. It was sometime during this scene that it registers in my mind that the three boys are actually triplets. Meanwhile, the third boy is desperately trying to console me but is holding onto me just as tightly. At one point he says 'i saved myself' out of the blue which really doesn't make sense because there was no backstory, but to the dream me, it made sense. Apparently the dream me knew that he had gotten kidnapped or something, well not kidnapped, maybe mobbed by a bunch of older bullies? idk, all i know is that he disappeared and was getting beat up in some way.
And that's where my dream ends. With me sobbing my heart out to this random guy that i don't know but supposedly do. Most of my dreams end abruptly like that, or at least as soon as the problem is solved.
I'm not going to say i hated my dream, because i didn't. But i'm not going to say i loved it either because half of it consists of me bawling my eyes out. The only thing i can say is that the boy seemed awfully familiar. I can't remember his face or anything, but i can remember how relieved and happy i was to be hugging him again.
Hm.
Weird.
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