I am in the motor home with Granny, Papa, and Mom. It feels like we are living on the run in a post-apocalyptic world. This huge cyan orb, at least the size of a street block, catches up to us. It rips anything it touches apart, and it just grows and grows. Eventually it will encompass everything, but we've been trying to outrun it as long as it can. It tears apart half of the parked motor home, and we have to escape through the windows. We end up in a neighboring house, where we have refuge for a little while. I explore this place, and find a little window leading to what looks like a bug-out room. It is sunken into the ground similar to a basement, but the only entrance is the window I'm looking through. There's no latter, it's just a straight drop into this empty white room. The floor, however, looks like it might be a mattress covered in a quilted blanket. I look around for something to drop in to see if I'm right. I find a glass kitchen decoration, a bottle filled with different colored beans, and drop it in. It bounces before it settles, telling me that the floor really is a mattress. I tell everyone before jumping it. We decide this is where we'll spend the night. I look around out sparse luggage for some clean undergarments, to no avail. I settle for a clean pair of shorts instead, deciding those are better than nothing. Meanwhile, Papa is opening a safe that was tucked in the corner. Inside he finds a treasure map, one so old it labeled Nebraska as Egypt. I get excited, seeing that its not far from where we are, and say that we should go for it. Mom and Granny aren't so convinced as they continue to fold up laundry and unpack.
Now I'm on a rooftop at a high school. I stand at the edge, looking down on a brick wall attached to the building I'm on. I need to get down, and the only way down is by jumping to the wall twenty feet down. Nervously, but faced with no other choice, I leap off the roof and catch myself on the wall via my ribs. I'm surprised I didn't break anything. Still, this brick wall is at least ten or fifteen feet high, and I can't just dangle here forever. So, I slide down the wall and grip onto the edge of a wooden fence, built right up along this brick blockade, just before I hit the ground. I drop my feet to the ground and brush off. I see my uncle nearby, and ask him if what the proper way to do that was. He said I shouldn't have done it at all, as it was incredibly dangerous. I walk further into this playground area that I'm in, and see Travis playing Tetherball. I join him, and we improvise to come up with new games. He throws the ball like a baseball up into the air. I chase after it, but end up laying down on the asphalt, face up, and watching it fall towards me. It's swung back just before it hits me by it's string. Travis says something along the lines of "Nice," in a pretty sarcastic way. I grab the ball and toss it to him, but he drops it onto the ground immediately. Its full of stickers, since I didn't catch it. Together we rub the stickers off the ball with our feet. He wraps his arm around my waist to keep his balance as we do this. I hesitate at first, but end up wrapping my arm around his shoulders for the same purpose. The ball is almost clean when we both trip and he falls on top of me. I don't even have time to laugh because his lips are brushing against mine from the fall, just barely, lightly. Slowly we build the kiss, braver, deeper, hungrier.
I wake up in my loft bed in my room, staring up at a motor home ceiling vent right above my head. It is blocked off with yellow stained plastic, trapping puzzle pieces, screws, and nuts behind it. I decide that this is the reason I saw puzzle pieces and nuts in my dream earlier. My mom opens my door, but I tell her I want it closed.
Now me and Mom are driving to a gas station. We are in a town not far outside Omaha, which is a far ways away from where I live. Debra calls just as my mom pulls up to a pump. She's just calling to see how I'm doing, and I tell her the entire situation of me and my mom, granny, and papa ending up going to Omaha three times in the coarse of one month, staying in the hospital for weeks at a time there hours away from home. The latest of these trips to Omaha was because of an appointment, and that right now we are on the way home from it. Once I'm done, she asks if I'm still there, which makes me think she wasn't listening to a word of what I said. But, after I confirm that I'm still on the line she gives me sincere condolences and wishes me good luck. [End]
Relative to Real Life~
Night of December 7th, 2013
Real-life characters: Granny, Papa, Mom, Uncle, Travis, Debra.
Dream-created character: Other people on playground.
Real-life places: Motor home, my bedroom, road that we're driving to a gas station on.
Dream-created places: Neighbor's house, bug out room, rooftop and wall, playground, gas station.
Different than real life: The motor home was sold about a year ago at least, I've was never on any school's roof, I graduated three years ago and haven't been back to a school since, I haven't spoken to Travis in a little over three years, I dated Travis while in school but any romantic feelings I had for him are gone, though I had a loft bed in my last house- I have never had a loft bed in my current bedroom, I don't have a vent like the one in the motor home above my bed, I haven't spoken to Debra in over three years at least, the appointment in Omaha has not come to pass yet- but the other details about the stays in Omaha are true.
Reasons:
Orb = I watched the tail end of The Day The Earth Stood Still, which has orbs similar to the one I saw in my dream.
Kitchen decor = I literally picked up a glass chicken similar to the glass vase that I threw in my dream, the day before this dream. I remember looking at the beans.
Precognitive: No experiences.
Reoccurring: No.
