I had a dream last night...good thing i have this pad right next to me so when i wake up i can write down these crazies...(took me forever to write this and then copy it onto here)
I had a dream a friend and I were inside a school it was run down and old, seemed like it was built in the 50's or mid 60's. My friend and i had to clean the gym floor. I remember walking down the halls where it was section off by dark and lighted areas of the hall. You look down the hall and see light, shadows, light, shadows, and so on and so forth towards the door. If you didn't get the feeling of this place being haunted by the way i explain this to you it was. In my dream you could the sense of eerie quietness and with the hums and buzzing sounds from lights and electrical things that had worked for us to see, somewhat. Nothing is said between me and my friend when we reach the gym, we open the doors and began to sweep the floor while there are whirling winds blowing through the gym we continue to sweep but look around and wonder what window is open to be letting so much wind fill this room. That’s when it hit me... There was no windows open. The wind picked up the dust and papers and whirled them around the room. I couldn't see or know anything except that its place had a history. Then in my dream i remembered the town i walked through. it seemed like a gloomy Sunday morning, those kinds of Sundays you get when you know the week is over. Over. Over. And over it echoed in my head that the people in this town had their entire happiness over a long time ago and were living on a their gloomy Sunday but in years. It seemed like a town of imagination if it was not tainted if your innocents was still intact and not soiled with floating feelings of misery in the air. The school was built in bricks with cement frames around the doors. The doors where still the old steel and wire window doors that had the push bar open mechanism. The ones you could make the most sound out of with an flying kick toward the bar or running through the door like a bat out of hell. Doors that would open if pushed. Fire Exit... The old doors were replaced after the fire where the kids were trapped because they couldn't flying kick the door or charge out like a bat out of hell and that was the end. The school was put back together years later with the intentions of building over the fire and the tragedy. Kids never forget how to play but they will forget when to call it quits. Kids that attended the school after it was built started drawing flames all the walls. They would make fire murals and fire doodles on corners of test papers. The doors would be vandalized and handled violently when opened. So there my friend and i stood years later after the innocents of kids in the school hold still in time with echoes of voices and ideas left behind in place. We were trying to clean up a mess that couldn't and realized we would soon repeat the behavior of those kids before.
...that's all i stopped at. the dream really wasn't as elaborate as i had written it to be...but i was trying to make more sense out of as i was writting. ever try to write something seriously after just waking up from a deep sleep...its intense weird and...like it feels good for some reason. to like just set the pen point on the paper...
