Once you wake up, memories of your dreams linger only for a moment. I can attest to this. Most dreams that I have don’t last very long and if I don’t write them down, I’ll forget. There are exceptions to this rule. I’ve had several dreams from my childhood that I can recall in very clear detail. I’m not sure why some stick around and some don’t. I guess it’s the same reason that we retain some memories while others are lost forever.
Anyway, I had a dream last night that freaked me out. It wasn’t necessarily a nightmare but was creepy nonetheless. I’ve been thinking about it all day. Strangely, the clarity of the events hasn’t waned at all since I woke up. So I thought I’d share it.
It started on the campus of the (first) middle school I attended. I was standing on the outside of the gates about to enter. There was a narrow entrance that lead to a large court yard. From the street, the courtyard’s view is blocked by brick walls unless you’re standing at the gate. But as in dreams, everything was distorted and I could see the courtyard although the brick wall was there. Instead of my back facing the street where pickup occurs, there seemed to be a whole other part of the school there because there were buildings behind me..
There was a great threat lingering in the air. I just know that we had to get out of there. And by we I mean myself and a hoard of people I didn’t recognize. Everyone was waiting for the bus, pacing frantically, and on their phones.
Suddenly a large black van was charging towards us. I have no idea who was in the van, but was deathly afraid. I knew that these were the people out to get us. A moment later a yellow school bus was speeding towards us from the opposite direction. Everyone immediately started running for the bus as the van gained on us. I don’t remember who was driving or even actually boarding the bus but in an instant I was on and we pulled off. We were flying. On a school bus. I was sitting in the the exact seat that I hogged back in the seventh grade – the second to last seat on the right. I had a clear view of all of the other passengers.
From what I overheard, some covert agency had sent those van guys to get rid of us. Not exactly an ideal situation, but I’ve experienced worse in dreams. Then things started to get a little creepy for my taste. A girl seated directly in front of me was talking about how she was glad that she had taken pictures of the pages of some book she was reading for when they confiscate the books. I remember thinking that people are trying to kill us, and she’s sitting there worried about a book. Before I could verbalize my disbelief, I was no longer looking at the back of the girl’s head, but her skeleton. She turned in to a skeleton. Just poof. Dead.
I was horrified so I started screaming. But I was the only one reacting to her. In fact, they weren’t even reacting to me freaking out. My eyes scanned the bus and they were sitting completely motionless looking straight ahead as if they were in a trance. I leaned over in my seat and tried to nudge the guy sitting across from me in the arm, but he didn’t even flinch. I didn’t want to be the only person alive/conscious when we met our doom so, I was literally losing it at that point.
Then my mom appeared in the dream a few seats up talking about egg noodles , chicken broth, and spinach on the phone. She was so loud and boisterous that I think I realized I was dreaming and I woke up. Turns out she was actually on the phone with my aunt telling her what she was going to make for dinner tonight. (She’s on a diet.)
I’m usually annoyed when she wakes me up , but I didn’t complain this time. I was so happy that it was a dream and that it was over.