I've discovered I have my oddeset dreams during naps. Or, I think that I am able to remember them better because I am not fully asleep. Anyway, this one came about one day after classes. It was a long, hard day. =/
It started in a school. It was a fusion between high school and college...the classroom was for driving. I felt like the oldest one in there, a lot like how I felt in summer school. But I was determined to learn how to drive so I wouldn't have to walk around university all day with my art equippment. (Holy shit, I am watching TV as I type this. It's Richard fucking O'Brien! "Were there two of you..." "and the chicken, your highness"...okay commercial interruption over!). So, this class was really kind of inspiring me. I felt like I could be a really great driver, so I stole my dad's car and took it through some woods. My purpose was to find a hidden shortcut to a really great driving range.
But the woods became a jungle, and too thick to drive through, and I was getting lost, so I spun the wheel and the car
leapt onto a bridge of a highway that happened to be up in the trees...I was so surprised that I started wobbling, and realized I was
in the wrong lane, and cars were headed straight towards me, really fast. I panicked, and spun the wheel again. The car once again leapt, this time to another bridge, and I was relieved to see it was going the right way. But I accidentally started speeding and narrowly avoided a twenty car pile-up, pulling some kind of chitty-chitty-bang-bang move, and flying right over the crashes. I swerved the car into a parking lot that was convenient there, and got out of the car, scared and terrified that there would be a hundred cops surrounding me with guns pointed at my head. But there was only Tiago, with his car in the parking lot.
That's when I started 'wigging out'. THE HAIR. It was like, long, and mullet-style, and greasy and sparkly and poofy. Glam Rock Big Hair. I was just shocked. He acted like it wasn't weird at all. Then, I figured it out. This was one of those flashbacks where the main characters reminisce about their glory days of high school. So we went back to driving class and I sat down with my books at a desk, reassured that the hair couldn't hurt me.
So then the instructor walked in and class started again. It was an old asian man with big glasses and a brown suit, and he was hard to understand but for some reason he seemed like a really great teacher. Everyone was awed by his knowledge and watched intently as he scribbled stuff all over the blackboard. Then suddenly, I had a question, and I asked the teacher, expecting a helpful response. I don't remember what it was, but suddenly he was furious. He started shouting at me, and arguing unintelligably, and then suddenly he threw a book at me, hard. It narrowly missed my head and made a hole in the wall behind me. I yelled that I would sue, and that he shouldn't do that to students because their parents would take all his money, and I acted like I had a whole team of lawyers behind me that would grind him to the ground, but I knew that it wouldn't work so I ran out of the classroom. Tiago followed me, I think upset at the teacher as well, and we ran back to the parking lot.
The planet was turned into something out of my brother's toy sets. Then, something happened. I think a meteor hit the earth. A bomb exploded, and I was hit. I died, and became something with wings as arms (I am reading a George Martin book called Windhaven. I think it was influenced by that). It would have been wonderful, being this sky-creature, until I realized that everyone in the world had been divided after that thing struck, between the sky and the underground. All my friends and the people I loved had been reincarnated on the other side, and though I was in the sky, I was alone. And there was a war. It would be like the war between Heaven and Hell, but it was NOT either. There was no Good vs. Bad, because both sides were equal, it was just a matter of territory, and I felt like I was on the wrong side.
Then both sides saw a commercial, for some auto dealership. The man in the commercial was a giant, and he reminded me of Al Roker, because he acted so jolly. For some reason both sides began to praise him, and they all said he would save the day, and end the war, and make everything right, like he was a prophet or messiah. So as the fabled day approached everyone awaited at this hill, breathless, watching for signs of that giant car dealership guy. As the giant approached, everyone was dismayed, because it wasn't the same guy, but some substitute that was not quite as large or jolly. But then both sides of the war banded together and the day really was saved.
Yeah, I'm not quite sure how that is signifigant or whatever...but I found the hair quite amusing. Just thinking about it makes me giggle. So naturally I wrote it down right away. :D Anyway hope that was entertaining.
