Had a dream a earlier in the month about being back at school and hugging people, so someone pointed out the Monthly Quest to me. Yesterday, after remembering that morning I had had a dream about being in school and summoning up an old friend, I decided to incubate the Quest. So did that, it can be found in the spoiler tags below.
Okay before you all kill me, yes, although there was no lucidity in the dream I still believe I completed the Quest. “What is this outrageousness!?” I hear you all ask. Well, it’s very simple, to me at least. The Quest said to incubate a dream of school, explore around and interact and then post what you find. Soo, that is what I did. As the saying goes, “So let it be written, so let it be done.” And so it was done.
Can I has wings now?
[spoiler]Tuesday January 21st, 2014
Put your hands up
My class is on stage in the auditorium, it is not the end of year show but something my class is putting on for the rest of the school. We dance to an old song, and I remember “put your hands up” being said, at which point we all put our hands up in a sort of Mexican wave fashion, (except, “put your hands up” was never in the lyrics of the actual song). I end up talking to one of the girls at the head of one of the lines and asking her about something while we continue our performance.
Saving Private K
[ND]I am at one end of a hall speaking with Kelly about her parents. I am upset with her, and say she would never understand how I feel. She tells me that it was horrible when she lost them, but she tells me we will both be okay. To our side a parent comes in, he stops the Principal, who is standing in the hall waiting for the end of classes so he can make sure the students get to where they are supposed to. (Even though there is a bunch of students in the halls, there are still classes on). The parent is obviously distraught, and Kelly and I over hear him. He is an Asian man, probably in his mid-forties, and we recognise him to be the father of her twin’s girlfriend. We hear him saying something about “it was horrible… It happened so fast… Yes, in a car accident… She was so young.”
At some point Kelly has passed out, which I deduce is from the stress of learning someone else has died, and a boy has appeared beside me who appears to be a relation of mine. I tell him we have to find Kevin, Kelly’s twin, now, and we need to tell him. I lift Kelly up and drape her over my shoulder; even though she is the same height and weight as me she does not seem too heavy. The boy directs me to where he believes Kevin is.
We wander down the hall of the school past the Principal and the parent, to the spot where the hall both bends to the left and continues straight. We go down the left path and past an escalator where more of my male cousins are, asking them if they have seen Kevin. We go to the area next to the escalators, which happens to be a large cafeteria with food shops. Kevin is standing on one of the tables, and a bunch of students are in front of him in lines, marching.
Absolutely horrified, I push our way through the crowd and yell over their noise, asking what the hell is going on. He tells me he heard a rumour, people are spreading lies about his girl being dead, and he was not going to stand for that, especially after he heard they started because of her father. Kelly and I are practically gaping at him, her having returned to consciousness. We yell at him telling him it is true, not a rumour. He does not believe us, but we both say, “She died in a car crash. We heard her father say so.”
The three of us are in a car, and it has been a couple of days since the incident in school. Kevin is still noticeably upset, but more annoyed than sad. I stop the car, and Kelly and I get out. We walk into a mall and Kelly tells me about how she is glad to be away from that damn aunt of theirs.
Kelly pulled out her wallet and I notice a photo of a woman that looks a lot like them. I ask if that was their mother and she nods. I tell her that their mother looks beautiful, and she should get the photo re-touched and printed so it would not fall apart like the one she has now. She shrugs and puts it away; she says that if her aunt ever found out she would want to do it in an excessive manner. She was sick of her aunt trying to fill in for her parents, sick of her pretending she knows what is best for them and pretending that everything is fine and happy go lucky. I hug her and tell her it is okay, and that while we are away from her aunt we can do whatever she wants.[/ND][/spoiler]