I am at a park in P. I set up my tent inside the fence between the fence and a slab of concrete that I think is a basketball court. I park my car next to it, two wheels in the grass and two wheels on the cement. I go over to my tent, and see a creepy bug crawling on the outside of it. It's all black and about the size of a mouse, and it's shaped like a centipede mixed with a praying mantis. I knock it off with my gardening shoes, and kill it in the grass. Just then a couple pulls up and sets up their tent not far from mine. They're towing a U-Haul as well.
Then I am at a garage sale. It's ours, in the garage at my dad's place that once was my mom's art studio. A guy comes, and checks out these foam boards. He asks if we had to pay shipping on them to get them here, and then he leaves. I go over to them with a sharpie, thinking they're priced at twenty-five dollars a piece, and I plan to change it to twenty-five cents instead. I find that they're priced correctly though. I actually consider keeping one, and covering it in new fabric and using it as the bottom of my tent. This makes Leon really upset that I want to keep "such a piece of crap". I don't pick the one I originally looked at, one that looks like a white car seat, because it is ripped and worn. Instead I get one of the square plain yellow foam ones. I go to the back of the garage where my sewing machine is set up, and I attempt to sew up a new cover for it. All the fabric around me in boxes, however, is to small. Mary laughs at me as she sees what I am attempting to do, and leaves me alone. I have to sew together little tiny squares together to make a sheet of fabric large enough to cover it. I feel so hopeless and rejected that I start to tear up.
Now instead of being in the garage, I am in the corner of the high school gym, which is also a prison. I stand from the table with my sewing machine, deciding to give up, and I go to the table that Landra is sitting at, and sit down. No one else, including Bell and Mary, wants me there. I eat my plate of food, and suddenly the entire gym is packed with tables full of kids, like sixth graders. Landra has a guy that is all into her, and says her artwork and sculptures are absolutely amazing. She brags about getting three orders online for her stuff already. I don't see what's all that great about her art; it looks rather crude to me. She asks me to help paint a pottery piece, which happens to be a church in the center of a grave yard. I paint the creepy piece with reds and greens on the walls. I glance around at her other sculptures and see it's all graveyard settings and dead beings, splattered with red paint to look like blood. The guy fawning over Landra says he's so impressed, and thinks that she should do more real abstract art, like another student's piece that he holds up. It's a three faced tiki man. Landra asks what I think. I tell her she should stick primarily with what's selling. She seems to take offense to this as though I'm saying that it's surprising that it's selling and that she shouldn't take a chance. So, I follow up with because becoming a famous artist isn't easy, it takes time. Go with what's selling now and incorporate your other stuff into it slowly. She seems happy now with my answer. She tells me the thing I am painting needs more orange. I try to get orange on my brush from the plate of paint between us, but every time I either get way to much red, or get the yellow that is underneath a thin layer of orange. She speaks something in an non-understandable voice and I look to Crowley (from SPN) who sits across from me. "She's annoying isn't she?" I whisper to him. Landra makes some comment about this place being hell, and I make a joke to Crowley agreeing with her statement, being's he's the king of hell and all. I say something like, "Oh yeah, this is really hell," sarcastically. Crowley laughs. Then the lights start to turn on and off. Every time they go off, there's an obnoxiously loud bang coming from the kitchen across the gym. I try to ignore the scary situation by repetitively saying "Nope," as I finally get orange on my brush and slather it onto the piece. But finally the noise demands the attention of everyone as it is so close that it's about to burst through the doors of the kitchen. Bam! The doors swing open to reveal Crowley with a beard slamming a metal trash can on the wall. He thinks it was hilarious, and I feel like I should have known it'd be him.
Then the bell rings, the lights are on, and the kids are rushing out. I stand up urgently. We haven't found the one kid that we were supposed to protect yet, and now that everyone is leaving, it's going to be impossible. We must get the kid before they get hurt, because they're in danger. I rush to get my things together, and run over to Dean. He's watching kids run by, trying to see if he can spot something unusual to pinpoint who we need to protect. I get his notebook for him, then have to go back to my table to get my notebook which I forgot. That's when we hear a kid crying. Me, Dean, and Sam rush for the exit, where the cries are coming from. Before I get there I see that Dean doesn't have his jacket. He left it behind. I touch his back, right between his shoulder blades, and tell him that I'm going back for it. I go to his table, covered in black shoes bags and clothing, and grab one that I hope is his. Sam shouts at me to hurry. We start running down a stairwell, picking up kids that suddenly burst into tears for no reason. My arms are full, one full of our stuff, and another with a crying girl. Just before we reach the safety of the hotel room at the bottom of the stairs, a boy cries that he can't move his legs. I have to place the other kid in my full-of-our-stuff arm as best I can, and them pick the new found crying boy with my freed arm. I manage to get down the last flight of stairs into the room. As soon as I'm in we close the door and poor salt across the entrance. There is salt lining the entire main room, which looks like my Granny's living room. The kids knock some of the salt loose, so I have to go back around and fill in the missing parts. [End]
Relative to Real Life~
Night of July 2nd, 2013
Real-life characters: Leon, Mary, Landra, Bell, Crowley, Dean, Sam.
Dream-created characters: Couple with the U-Haul, man at garage sale, guy into Landra, kids.
Real-life places: Dad's garage, gym, stairwell.
Dream-created places: Park, hotel room.
Different than real life: The kitchen and stairwell were not accurately placed in the dream, I haven't spoken to Leon Mary and Bell in many years, and it's been a long time since I've spoken to Landra, I've never painted a creepy sculpture for Landra though I did help her in art class a lot.
Precognitive: No experiences yet.
Reoccurring: No.
