Lisa's Dreams
| October 23, 2012, 11:55 AM Alarm Bombs |
| I woke up this morning after an uncharacteristically deep sleep. I usually stir or partially wake during the night anymore, but my alarm went off and I could feel myself struggling to pull out of the dream. Then I don't know if it was because of the dim light from the rain outside or leaving all the lights off while I got ready or what, but I was able to reflect on the dream quite a bit. Everything was very vivid for a long while.
There's so much that happened, I could probably write a book with all of the detail that I have. But I'll just hit on the main points that stick out to me. And it will probably be really out of order, because I'll be writing it as I remember it. Near the beginning of what I can remember, I was in a classroom with two or three other students and a small-built Christina Smerick-like teacher who was having us do writing exercises. By the fourth one, she was giving me praise and said something to the effect of "four times in a row" with regards to my ability to come up with good plot ideas. (I don't think they were fantastic in any way now.) I was with my family at one point near the beginning as well, and I can clearly see my dad's face. I found some ticking time bombs in a small shed-like building we were in that all looked like old brick-shaped alarm clocks. They were all set to the same time, but I can't remember what the time was. They were stacked on top of each other under a shelf on the floor. I freaked out a little and had to tell the police or someone about it, so I left. The rest of the dream took place in a main building that is hard to describe. Not a church, not a school, not a courthouse or coffeehouse, but somehow a strange mixture of all of the above. As of right now, I could still sketch a layout of the first floor. I remember spending a lot of time trying to reach the second floor, having remembered being there earlier in the dream but not remembering how to get there. There was a locker up there that I had been at earlier. I think that was when the teacher had given me a writing assignment that I was spending much of the dream trying to complete. The first floor was more like the small front of a coffeehouse. Lots of turns and nooks and computers being used by students, dark wood, clutter, like a Hogwarts common room with lots of students in it paying attention to some kind of show or worship or speech in the main corner. I don't know what it was, because I never looked at it directly. Everyone was paying attention to it, but I ignored it mostly. I was trying to simultaneously contact the police about the bombs and find a way to finish my assignment. I needed a computer to finish, but everywhere I turned, they were being used or just had stuff laid all over them. Every staircase went to tiny lofts/balconies that led no where. Where was the second floor? I knew there were more computers up there. While I was wandering, the teacher found me and asked if I was done with the assignment; "I need it, like, right now, do you have it?" and I said "Yeah, I was just about to send it to you, let me find a computer." Even though it wasn't actually done, I was only 2/3rds into it. At one point I went outside only to see a policeman getting on his motorcycle and driving away. I waved my hands and yelled at him, trying desperately to get his attention, but he looked over his shoulder at me and just kept going. Left the parking lot and went across the street. I was so frustrated. No one was listening to me. The locker on the second floor! I remember what I was doing now. I had looked inside it to find some papers, and there were a lot of documents that had been printed and some strange empty wrapping that looked like it went around a large candy bar, but I knew it was for those alarm clock bombs. I realized at that point that anyone who was coming to investigate the bombs would see these and think that I had set them. I began to fear anyone actually coming to find them, but I knew I had to get them deactivated or moved somehow. Earlier in that shed with my dad there, I had moved them into a trash bag or something, thinking it would help, but it just made a mess, and I remember that most of them weren't even plugged in. Only a handful of them were active and dangerous. I actually thought about taking one because I need an alarm clock, I'm tired of using my phone to wake me up in the mornings, of waking up in the middle of the night and not knowing what time it is. Anyway, back to the wandering. It was so crowded and loud and I was having trouble finding anything. I knew there was a big rally happening soonish anyway. Then the teacher showed up again and gave me a 2x2 piece of thin cardboard that was a meeting notice. The Mormon group had a meeting in the big grass square on the side of the school(?) and they wanted me there. At that point I recalled that some of the stuff in my locker had been Mormon-related, and that if anyone came to investigate the bombs, they would assume that the Mormons had planted them. The Mormons wanted to talk to me about it, and I became extremely nervous because I didn't want to be accused of anything and I didn't want anyone mad at me. I just wanted the bombs taken care of. The time on the card said the meeting was at 7:60. I still needed to find a computer to finish my assignment, though. Then my alarm went off and pulled me awake. |
Interpretation/Comment by Jaron Davis on October 25, 2012, 8:40 AM Love it :) Ah, the strange landscape of a Lisa dream :) I like how you wanted to use some of the defunct bombs for an alarm clock--that's wonderfully ridiculous :) I'm still trying to picture how the church/school/court house/coffee shop looks... |
Interpretation/Comment by Lisa Gines on October 25, 2012, 10:03 AM Well they WERE alarm clocks, just wired up as bombs! It made sense at the time... I'll draw you a blueprint the next time I see you :D Or try to, anyway. I can at least walk through your living room like I'm walking through the shop and describe where things were. |
Interpretation/Comment by Jaron Davis on October 25, 2012, 9:16 PM A reply Sounds like a plan :) |