||[Sep. 21st, 2004|02:22 pm]
For the past few nights, I have had the strangest dreams |
I am a teacher, or some other type of person of responsibility, in a high school that resembles an old warehouse. My religious nut aunt is outside the building holding a sign and telling everyone that walks into the building that they are going to hell. I go about talking to the students, when one runs up and says that there is a fire on the opposite side of the building. After getting everyone out, I head over to the end of the building and help other people escape. I never actually see the fire but can see and smell the smoke. Once outside, we hear a scream inside. I walk back inside to see someone I graduated High School with, slumped over a chair, dead from smoke inhalation. This scene repeats 4 or 5 times, each with someone I once knew dead.
I am in a cabin in the woods with a group of people. No one that I know in real life, but in the dream, I seem to be good friends with them. We are in the building because we have avoided something that happened earlier. I'm not sure what it was that we escaped from, but the windows and doors were tightly sealed in this building. All at once, we could hear it rain outside and water started coming up the drain pipe in the shower. One of the guys volunteered to go outside to see what the problem was. It turns out that a large rock had diverted a nearby stream and the water was being forced into the drain. As the guy was clearing the rock and debris, we heard a loud noise and he was suddenly struck by a house. When the house stopped rolling, our friend was impaled several places by boards from the house. We were in the process of slowly pulling his body away from the boards when I woke up
I wonder what sort of strange dream I'll have tonight when I go to bed. Oh for the days, when the dreams revolved around sex :-)