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Last night's dreams were rather interesting.

I've heard of school being refered to as a prison, but have never before dreamed about it. In my dream, I was trying to find the way to my dorm room, but the hall was so crowded and stuff that I just went into the next room. Luck for me, it just happen to be my own. All that I owned was in a small wicker basket or in a tiny two drawer dresser. It was rather upsetting.

The oddest thing was that I was before I went to bed I was drawing my roommates ava's for her. So in my dream I am stuck in the outfit of one of her ava's. It would have been fine had it been the other ava, but this one, although the outfit looks cool on her, made feel uncomfortable and suffacated. I was pushed out of the room although I was trying to change my outfit and shoved into this concrete room. Around me there were about fifty other people. I'd say there were maybe ten girls. The rest were guys that in my dream I felt I knew and possibly had a problem with. I was already on the defence in my dream.

Obviously I was in gym. And except for my mini skirt and long tailored shirt, I was fine with being there. I started to pull the balls from holes in the wall, when the teacher, a rather large and scary man, took them all way and said we had to play volleyball. biggrin No problem with me. I love volleyball. However, this was rough mean, I will bite you volleyball. In my dream it hurt. Some guys were just playing like it was there misson to make me bleed while others acted like it was there mission to help me out. All the girls just sat on the side lines. I never play with knee pads and so this dream was no exception. This game was scary. I knew if the other teamed won, because I failed that something horrible would happen. So I just tried to get the ball with a deathly passion. When the game was over somebody helped me up and we were dismissed to shower. Suddenly these poles that sprayed water appeared and to my astonishment everybody was okay with that.

I didn't want to shower because I didn't have my basket of shampoo and soap, but I knew if I didn't I would get into trouble. I aquired a towel, how I have no clue. And tried to shower, with my clothes on! Go figure. My hair got wet and changed to a brown. It washed out all the dye that I had in my hair revealing my natural color. I was fine with that. I was fine with the whole thing until my towel got wet from the "leaking" poles. Now, naturally I'm a crybaby, but that brought me to tears for no reason. I kept trying to keep my towel out of the water, but it kept getting wet. I didn't understand. I was suddenly cold and my clothes had changed into just straight black pjs. I wanted the towel to keep me warm, but it was wet. Then everybody started to leave and I started to follow, but then I noticed that all the girls looked alike and all the boys looked alike. I knew in my head that the water and done it. And that everybody was fine with the small rooms, the mean teachers, the scary games, the obsene bathing room. They were okay with being the same. I started to break away, but something grabbed me and told me to get back in line, just like the rest. Then I started to run. . . . .

And turned into a cliff dream. Ran off the cliff, fell, woke up feeling like I had fallen into my bed. When back to sleep and didn't dream after that. I don't know what it meant if it meant anything at all. I have a deep seeded feeling that it does. But heck, I don't know. I'll pray about it.