I love to have dreams. it makes me feel like their is so much more to the world than what we really know. unfortunately, i rarely have dreams, but when i do...they seem so unlike anything i would ever imagine. Last night i had a dream that their was a fire at the school, i don't know what school but i do know that it was on fire. everybody was evacuating and i ran in the building. i ran inside and i didn't know where i was going but i turned the corner and i found myself in a classroom. i was trying to find my skateboard.it was inside of that class. For some reason, all of the teachers were still inside their classroom with their doors locked. I got out of the building and i was standing on the edge of a creek looking at the ashes. it was a small pile of ashes, it made me realize how big school can seem but in reality, you have very few places to go. I had another thought when i was sleeping. i was inside of a mall, no mall that i know of but i don't even know what stores were in their. i cant describe it, it was someplace that i have been before. Someplace that was unoriginal, compact, and a complete mystery in my mind.
There was a girl who ran. She ran as far away as she could but deep down she knew she wanted to go back. There was no conscious that said to go back. She had a blank mind. She was traveling, long gone from the home she knew the most. Everything was so different to her. What she didn’t know was there were bad things where she was going. That mind of hers, it had no way of knowing. She saw the clouds get darker. She saw what wasn’t there before. She couldnt control where she was going. She was trapped.