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vivid dreams
Jul. 12th, 2001 06:55 amHow can I dream about people I don't know?
<shrug> Well, it's not as if I see their faces - there are people, and I just know that they're whoever. Like Rhi - never met her, haven't seen a picture - and she's running around in my dream, trading disks with me. Didn't get anything written, but since when am I productive in my dreams?
And then it got vicious. I was changing in the locker rom, struggling with the swimsuit, because it was all twisted up, and instead of another row of lockers, the pool's right there. One of the guys - bad feeling starting to curl in my gut, asks me about my hand injury, and suddenly I'm staring at my right hand.
It's scared and slightly twisted, the middle finger missing a knuckle. I cup it, as if to pull it through the water in a stroke, and I can barely hold the fingers together. They shake. Immediately I start wondering about physical therapy, and the UW Medical Center flits through my head, but no, I answer, it's my first physical injury, even after four years of swimming, I think, badminton, I think some more, and basketball.
That's not right - I'm lying, and high school was a while back, but they don't know it, and are impressed or wary. (The they is nebulous, a selection of swimmers, anonymous but vaguely threatening.) Four years of sports, and only one injury - recent at that... I must kick ass, or something.
Politics begins to manifest themselves, and I watch the transfer of power from one administrator to another - all the faces are unfamiliar, but they are teachers, and the thugs in the pool students. I am one of the students, an example of a sudden, and the top administrator agrees to pass back the key that symbolizes her office (it's the key to a bike U-lock) to the woman who had it first.
She's a nice woman, short and vaguely oriental, dressed in a dark suit of purple or green. So of course as soon as she has the key, she's mobbed by the bullying students, pulled into the water and a dozen people are in a circle, holding her down as she thrashes.
I can't do anything, I know that it'd be futile, but I hop in the water and start tossing people off her. It's secondary, and so I'm able to toss them as if they were cloth dummies, and I get her out of the pool, on the concrete, and (memories of Lifesaving Class), I get the water out of her lungs, listen for a heartbeat, and oh good, don't have to do CPR.
So then I conjure fire in my hand, threaten an entire building (old, weathered wood in the entryway) of student/bullies, including one blond who looks a hell of a lot like my first crush, and stomp off. I realize that going back to my ... wherever I sleep would be a bad idea, so I ask Willow for sanctuary. The choices are Buffy's house or Giles', and no fool I, I choose the one with the magical wards. I crawl in the window, into a room filled with high ceilings and books. I'm sure Giles would have made some wry comment just then, but...
The radio alarm went off, and I'm awake. My dreams are rarely this vivid - rarely make me write them down, but they're always as varied. Scenescenescene after scene, and there was more before - chemistry class and my family bumbling about, waving at Rhi through a window, where she was laughing inside.
Can I go back to sleep? I'm still tired.
<shrug> Well, it's not as if I see their faces - there are people, and I just know that they're whoever. Like Rhi - never met her, haven't seen a picture - and she's running around in my dream, trading disks with me. Didn't get anything written, but since when am I productive in my dreams?
And then it got vicious. I was changing in the locker rom, struggling with the swimsuit, because it was all twisted up, and instead of another row of lockers, the pool's right there. One of the guys - bad feeling starting to curl in my gut, asks me about my hand injury, and suddenly I'm staring at my right hand.
It's scared and slightly twisted, the middle finger missing a knuckle. I cup it, as if to pull it through the water in a stroke, and I can barely hold the fingers together. They shake. Immediately I start wondering about physical therapy, and the UW Medical Center flits through my head, but no, I answer, it's my first physical injury, even after four years of swimming, I think, badminton, I think some more, and basketball.
That's not right - I'm lying, and high school was a while back, but they don't know it, and are impressed or wary. (The they is nebulous, a selection of swimmers, anonymous but vaguely threatening.) Four years of sports, and only one injury - recent at that... I must kick ass, or something.
Politics begins to manifest themselves, and I watch the transfer of power from one administrator to another - all the faces are unfamiliar, but they are teachers, and the thugs in the pool students. I am one of the students, an example of a sudden, and the top administrator agrees to pass back the key that symbolizes her office (it's the key to a bike U-lock) to the woman who had it first.
She's a nice woman, short and vaguely oriental, dressed in a dark suit of purple or green. So of course as soon as she has the key, she's mobbed by the bullying students, pulled into the water and a dozen people are in a circle, holding her down as she thrashes.
I can't do anything, I know that it'd be futile, but I hop in the water and start tossing people off her. It's secondary, and so I'm able to toss them as if they were cloth dummies, and I get her out of the pool, on the concrete, and (memories of Lifesaving Class), I get the water out of her lungs, listen for a heartbeat, and oh good, don't have to do CPR.
So then I conjure fire in my hand, threaten an entire building (old, weathered wood in the entryway) of student/bullies, including one blond who looks a hell of a lot like my first crush, and stomp off. I realize that going back to my ... wherever I sleep would be a bad idea, so I ask Willow for sanctuary. The choices are Buffy's house or Giles', and no fool I, I choose the one with the magical wards. I crawl in the window, into a room filled with high ceilings and books. I'm sure Giles would have made some wry comment just then, but...
The radio alarm went off, and I'm awake. My dreams are rarely this vivid - rarely make me write them down, but they're always as varied. Scenescenescene after scene, and there was more before - chemistry class and my family bumbling about, waving at Rhi through a window, where she was laughing inside.
Can I go back to sleep? I'm still tired.
