Morning of May 23, 2014. Friday.
This was a very long and complex dream, difficult to hone in on. I will only include some more prominent scenes.
Throughout this dream, I usually seem to be only about five years of age, at least in size and perspective, although I do seem slightly older at times, but no more than nine.
One setup involves something to do with a school "contest" of some sort. It is not quite defined but does involve the winners being chosen because of how many times they had connected in certain ways, such as by saying "I love you" and so on. The prize is some sort of trophy with a heart on it and a booklet somehow attached to the base of it. I believe it also related to popularity as well as possibly being placed in a higher grade.
After a focus on the nature of my own experiences, the winners turn out to be students that were not even that connected or in a friendly relationship of any kind, at least at any point in my memory. I am not angry for myself or "jealous" that I did not win - it is more about honesty, which I make known in some sort of ignored class speech. The nature of the scene seems to change in unusual ways. I approach a male who is probably about eighteen (he seems to be Steve J, although we were about the same age when in school). It seems that he was the male winner in this case. He says something that I take to be an affront. I somehow float quickly into the air to match his height and then punch him and knock him unconscious almost effortlessly and then feel a bit silly about it as I float quickly back to the floor in standing position. This scene likely relates to a real life event of when he asked to borrow a deck of cards to impress a girl he liked. The cards, when flipped, showed an animation of a rabbit jumping into a hat and then flying out as a dove. On the condition that I let him claim the cards as his during recess, he firmly stated "I'll like you forever!" The girl, however, was not impressed and merely looked at him oddly and walked away. We remained classmates over the years, but not really friends.
In another scene, I ask a classmate where my "wife" is (not actually as my wife, but as a student). She is about my age in my dream and I am told she is being held after class to finish some extra work (as well as an implication of some sort of disciplinary action), which I believe relates to some sort of art project (the routine of drawing one number two or more on a folded sheet of paper and ending up with either fish, the heart, or the fleur-de-lys depending on the fold and the drawing). I go into the room where she is sitting in a cross-legged position cutting out something from red construction paper, but there is also a yellow notepad next to her and a pen and pencil as well as a few crayons. Another person is in the room (another student) but ignores us after making some sort of comment about her. My "wife's" eyes are very unusual, quite larger than normal. This does not seem strange at the time. Maybe it is from being so much younger, as it reminds me a little of the cat paintings with the huge eyes that my family had in Florida and were advertised in comic books and magazines. I talk to her for several minutes after asking if she remembered me and by which the answer is "yes". This question actually seemed to be about her "remembering the future", which is supposedly more "stable" and visible at times than the past because of the totality of built-up causal effects already unfolding and having more prominence on the "event horizon" than certain fading patterns of the past. She also makes the heart symbol with her two hands (the routine where the thumbs are brought together in a "V" and a finger from each hand curves inward and down, which also implies face-to-face mirrored twos).
Later, I am near the playground on the north edge. There are two groups in sight, fairly close to each other. The coach is talking to two males. A bit west of them is a group of about five students in a violent brawl. One of them is constantly knocked about and knocked onto and over the seesaw. The coach does not seem to notice the big fight at all even though it is almost right next to him (but behind him). For some reason, I decide to go into the area. I have to jump up or quickly fly up to rotate the bolt at the top of the chain-link fence to get into a sort of implied "vestibule" section before another gate can be opened into the grounds. This takes at least three attempts.
Finally, I find myself looking back out through the southwest corner of the grounds and through the chain-link fence to the west, at a limousine which is apparently taking my yet-to-be wife to the airport. I am very annoyed that I will not see her again for many years if at all (the song "Where's The Playground Susie?" - the Glen Campbell version - held numerous "clues" and connections for me, in a quite different way than the song implied, such as "The puzzle that we never found an answer for" and "But what merry-go-round can you ride without me to take your hand?"). I mention something more to myself, but aloud, about having to create the universe all over again and putting different clues at different points again so that I can be with her sooner. "What...what did you say?" asks an older male in the car in the front seat next to the chauffeur. He seems bewildered and a bit fearful by a child speaking in this manner. I create fire from the palm of my hand and direct it at the front of the vehicle. The vehicle explodes as my yet-to-be wife is able to get out of the vehicle at the right moment. I have decided to take more of an active role in the rest of my life from that point. I am contemplating on whether or not to also wipe out the airplane and airport but my dream loses cohesion around that time.
