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I'm Spider-Man - No, I'M Spider-Man!

04/08/14

It begins where I'm a superhero -yeah, yeah, I know, just humor me- and recently, through some sort of conspiratorial motives apparently certain other superheroes of the world have started forming alliances with some of the villains, and there's some sort of major Cabal, formed together, and they've officially sent out a 'challenge' to me. Counterproductive to my original intentions of trying to maintain some sort of 'cover'. I don't know why a lot of these heroes and villains have all figured to start GUNNIN' FOR ME, what I did to pissed them off. But I'm not scared this time around. Infact I 'welcome' the challenge, there's some sort of exhilaration mixed in with the uncertainty. I'm glad to have it all out in the open - and I'm not hiding anymore... Nobody in this part of the dream seemed to have any specific identities but the only hero-turned-villain I seemed to recognize is one guy who sorta reminded me of Thor!

Even though I am perfectly willing to stand on my own cause I'm just that RELIEVED for some reason, I'm given added support and comfort by the fact that several other superheroes HAVEN'T turned against me, and are actually quite in support of me. Standing by me.

The setting where this proclamation is sent out takes place on the top of a large structure of some kind which I initially take to be the Statue of Liberty. I have a female love interest with red hair - 'Mary Jane'? There's this one part where we all go to hop across this tricky jump off the roof of the one structure to the window of the adjacent one beside it which is a bit lower, and there's nothing to support my fall in between. I'm the last to make the leap and I have trouble climbing in. My webbing doesn't shoot out and I can just barely get my sticky climb-up-walls technique to kick in.

I'm appreciative that my friends are very supportive of me and patient as I purposely take my time climbing up through the window, not rushing myself and running to risk of clumsiness. When I finally do climb in there's nothing but jubilation all around and not wanting to wear a mask anymore - even though it's Spider-Man they made the challenge to and it makes no difference really whether they connect me to Peter or not, I don't mind cause I seem to have this enormous wave of confidence about me. It's like in my mind I have the realization that I'm Spider-Man, which means I'm also Peter Parker, and correct me if I'm mistaken but isn't he supposed to be like an amateur scientist? It's like the confidence comes from the comfort that no matter how powerful the enemy tries to pass themselves off as - I'm still much smarter than they give me credit for...

Anyway, I face my redhead, I take off my mask and I reveal my identity to her. She is so utterly pleased. Wish I could properly convey the meaningful glances we both shoot each other. All I'll say is that at this point in my notes I just drew a bunch of little hearts♥♥♥

But then, sorta surrealilly, and might I add much without warning or preparation, everything about the dream 'shifts'!

Suddenly I'm in a classroom. I think I'm still an adult this time except this is like one of those night class type programs - go back and get your degree kind of deals. My teacher reminds me an awful lot of my 7th Grade teacher Mr. Harris (was also my favorite out of all that I've had, mostly cause I gave him the most grief - I was the biggest hellraiser I ever was in my youth in his class.) And I'm not sure exactly what it is we're studying, cause it takes me an embarrassing considerable short while to get set up, he just starts teaching before I even have a chance to open my books and try to find a clean sheet of paper. And I'm that I'm told, or given the impression of, is that this class is teaching SCIENCE. My notes don't specify anything more specific than that.

But I'm not frustrated surprisingly though, I'm actually eager to learn, I'm just a little unorganized. But what eventually throws me off, just when I finally find a section of my binder that has an array of clean unused paper - everything else I seem to have scribbled a bunch of stuff in pencil already (thinking back, I'm not exactly sure what I wrote down but it all looks very WILD, unkempt chaos?!) and I actually am attempting at one point to try and erase everything to clear the still usable pieces of paper for myself - when out of nowhere an old friend of mine from growing up, Brandy shows up behind me. About to sit down at the table she asks to borrow some clean paper from me, so she can take notes also.

Just when I'm about ready to start losing my cool, embarrassed that I'm fumbling for so long with my binder trying to get some clean white unlined paper out to hand to Brandy -- it all becomes a mute point anyway cause suddenly Mr. Harris cuts the class short to have us all participate in P.E. -"What?"

Rather than be angry I almost forced snarky laughter I'm suppressing from my mouth. It's just the weirdest twist ever - class just barely got started (so I end up just handing over the entire book to Brandy, either that or I just put my things away and she understands - cause the teacher's already left!) and who on Earth conducts P.E. in community classes? We're all supposed to be 20, 30, and 40 year olds?...

Anyways, curiosity gets the better of me - afterall, I wasn't clear if it was expected of me to participate and I don't wanna appear like a slacker. So I go to put my stuff away and leave the classroom to go outside and participate. Except I'm having embarrassing difficulty trying to shut the door. I have gloves on, and for some reason it appears to be interfering with me attempting to shut the metal door. I can't seem to do it on repeated attempts. So eventually rather than just get upset I ask Brandy and the other girls if they can shut the door for me - and they shoot my a smile and understand my predicament.

By the way there's another confusing sequence that I forgot to mention, happens while I'm trying to get the paper out for Brandy. I'm overhearing a catty conversation/gossipy going on between Brandy and another girl at the table. I don't get a good look cause my head it down but I can't help by eavesdrop cause I'm just like a sponge for these kinds of talks between girls. --The only part I seem to recall somewhat clearly is something that at first I just brushed aside but later found myself perplexed at the math cause the statement Brandy gave to the other girl seemed so contradictory. Apparently Brandy says to the other girl she had been given a whole year's worth suspension from school for something she did, and today was her first day back... ...after 'five weeks'?!

As I wander around outside, despite seeming although early morning - which is usually the chilliest part of the day, I still can't help finding myself festering over feeling 'overdressed' for the occasion. I have on a thick coat and gloves and boots when it's clearly summer out? Apparently there was some sort of 'race' being held in P.E. class, and I want in - sort of. But I'm not sure if I can even be allowed to enter when the race has already begun? I sort of wander around the side of the building trying not to be discovered. Debating with myself over in my head about whether or not I should even enter, and figure the only honorable thing - and thus the method by which should get me yelled at the least - is to go all the way back to the start line.

I use this weird opportunity as my chance to slip in undetected when for some bizarre reason Mr. Harris appears to have stopped one of the runners in the midst of the race, to give him some sort of guided lesson about something. Explain how to do a certain something. I found that so odd?

But it doesn't matter anyway cause for some -even stranger reason- when I approach the start line and seize my opportunity to enter myself in to the race (even though I'm HARDLY dressed to go about running - winter gear) the conversation/lesson between Mr. Harris and the runner has relocated to where I'm at - at the start line of the race? What kind of lesson is Mr. Harris giving this guy?...

Anyway, that's where I wake up.

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