January 9th-10th - ND - School Ropes
The beggining of the dream is blurry, but I’ll give it a try. Me and a group of people were going to school, apparently. We all were 17 years old tops, and the group was composed of 2-3 girls, a guy who looked a lot like Drake Bell, a black guy with short hair and maybe some other people. I’ll refer to the Drake-looking guy as Drake to make things easier
To go to our respective schools (we didn’t all go to the same, apparently), we’d have to hold onto some colored ropes, which would automatically carry us to the places we wanted to go. The ropes could lead even into individual rooms and such. They’d continue, strained, and the people would slide onto them into a big, white oblivion where only they continued, and eventually they’d be teleported to their destinations.
The problem is that we were late, apparently, so when we grabbed the ropes, for some reason, most of us either fell into the white oblivion, while others got the wrong ropes and went to the wrong destinations. Later, I learned that those who fell into the white oblivion would also be teleported, randomly, to one of the ropes’ destinations.
From this point on, the dream split into several little stories of what happened with each one of us. Even on the others’ stories, I’d be able to watch in camera mode. I only remember two stories and my own, so I believe I wasn’t even shown the other stories. I’m not sure about the order they were shown, either.
The first story was about the black guy. He’d ended up in a black kids only school. Also, it wasn’t a high school either. The trip must have changed something with the guy, as now he had a big afro instead of short hair. He was hanging around the school, looking confused, when a black man approaches him. I somehow know it’s his father. (he looked a lot like Mané Galinha)
He and his father have an argument over something I’m not quite sure of. Probably about how he was supposed to be in school, and what was he doing there, etc. For some reason the guy couldn’t leave the place, at least not for a while. He went down a ramp where another stretched rope was. (I believe it floated in the air o_o) A black, fat woman was standing near the rope - it was his mother - and she wouldn’t let him leave.
Whenever the guy grabbed the rope and started to slide down the spiralling ramp holding onto it, the woman would tug at it and he’d be thrown back. I remember she talked some theory about how she had to pull the rope a certain way, and yadda yadda yadda. Eventually, the guy managed to escape. The dream kept showing his mother for a while as she talked to someone.
Next…
This part started with the camera showing two guys: one of them was a school big shot, which I recognized somehow. He was considerably young, but looked like an idiot. He had a extremely surprised look on his face, and was somewhat nervous. He was staring at the camera, or so it seemed. The other guy was a short, fat, hairy little man who was older than the other guy, and apparently worked as a helper around the school, or maybe a janitor. He had the same scared/suprised/nervous look, and was also staring at the same direction. They were both smiling, but it was obvious that they were nervous.
The camera turned around It was a very cinematographical part tounge2 and showed who they were looking at. The Drake guy was smiling at then, with a victorious look. He was surrounded by goons, and all them were the “bully” style. Drake himself had leather clothes, a cool red t-shirt and a jacket. Somehow, I automatically knew what happened. Drake had showed up at that school and had become somehow the leader of a school gang. The gang had power enough to scare even the superintendent or whoever was that.
There was a brief talk between both of them, where Drake mostly owned them, then the dream changed again.
It was time for my story now. The beggining is also blurry, but apparently I was in a place that looked a lot like my old school. I kept walking around, until I found a room that was supposedly the library. I got in, but really, it was a mess. Books, comics, magazines - everything was scattered around the room, or stacked into irregular piles all over the place. I didn’t really seem to care, being the bookworm that I am, so I started to look what I could find.
Comics. Tons of comics, cool ones. Mad magazines, both brazilian and american issues, including rare ones. Books galore. I was so happy. So the dream fast-forwarded, and it started to get dark outside. A guy showed up at the door. I knew he worked at the place. He made fun, or at least tried to, about me. Something involving comics/magazines for girls, as if I was a “sissy”, and some stupid remarks. I didn’t really give him much attention.
Eventually, I ask him if any of those comics, mags, etc were for sale, to which he replies that no, they weren’t. I think I got out of the room shortly after.