Song of Goodness: Kirk Franklin & Jill Scott - Kingdom Come
As I was eating the crumbs (with milk!) from the bottom of my Trix cereal I realized that they tasted just like Fruity Pebbles.
Yet again, I had some pretty strange dreams.
The earliest I can remember,
I was riding around on a bicycle through busy streets with some second cousins from Utah hanging off of it. Miraculously, I managed to keep up with traffic. Maybe i was driving a car? It was my usual, I- have-no-idea - where-I'm - going - nor- how- to -drive a- car! dream. I was twisting around in freeways and crazy New Jersey round u-turns only the area was very vibrant, clean and the grass was very green. It remined me of Dr Seus'
Oh, All The Places You'll Go book. Maybe my friends and cousins were riding bicycles that were linked to mine. We past a wooded area and went up a street to some sort of building. It was clay art pasted on the side of it's largest wall and had weird arches at the entrance. It reminded me of a museum or a new park.
I guess it was some sort of school. I think that it was a very large elementary school. People were setting up folding chairs in a courtyard, getting ready for a preformance. The people I was with walked in and joined the small crowd starting to sit down. I think I remember seeing my Grandma there and baby twins in a stroller. The grown-up relatives were very annoyed with us for having wandered off to the other side of town,
again. When I was younger I never appreciated art things like this so in this dream, I walked away and looked around for the practicing students. I found them in a room, my brother was there playing clarinet and goofing of with his Korean best friend. My middle school band instructor was there conducting them. I guess I was invisible because I watched them without being noticed. it was strange because I was a big High School student and didn't get to watch pipsqueak kids without being noticed and having their behaviour change accordingly. The musicians were children - most of them were people that I knew in band young again. I gave my brother his - music?instrument?a pencil? - and sat down in the front row next to some drummers. The conductor was mad because some of them left their sticks at home. The boy next to me shrugged and pulled out some pencils. The drummer boys then proceeded to do a routine in sych, one with sticks, one with pencils and others with a stick and a pencil. I was not impressed with their juvenile routine or the tiny amount of sound coming from their drum kits.
I left the room and found an older version of my brother along with some others. I think one was a Wookie. It reminded me of a command crew. We put on hiking boots and other combat things and set off for a clearing.. a wooded area surrounded it. We set off on some sort of trail. It was a challenging course, the ground was very ragged - steep levels jutted off of this hilly mountain. We climbed carefully but quickly. I think that there were other teams around, I heard them talking but I was sure that they couldn't keep up with us. We were too good. I vaguely recall some squirmishes with other groups that reminded me of the bad guys in Star Gate. We used those energy pike spear things to fight them. We traveled through wooded area, volcanic areas and mountains covered in snow. it lasted a few days. We finally finished when we came across a gigantic building hidden behing trees and in a valley in a mountain. Having finally reached our destination, we entered a side garage and dropped our gear. A commander greeted us and congradulated us on a job well done. We split up to do whatever.
I think that I went up an escalator and into some sort of cafeteria. The seating was done in a mall eating area. I remember having a plate of caesar salad with two teaspoons of dressing (don't ask, I like it that way). I then walked around the gigantic building.
I came across some kind of large sports complex area of the building. By now, the place reminded me of a futuristic school. I was on a track. Imagine a running track only bigger and wider. It was for racing some sort of horses or similar animal and had walls, maybe even a removable roof. The riders reminded me of Spanish bull fighters. Anyway, I watched some races and noticed that some of the riders got hurt and allowed their - apprentices(?) maybe younger helpers - ride for them. I watched two races where this happened and the younger, more inexperienced riders won the races! So naturally my dream warped a bit. I knew that I had taken a class of this sport and was eligable to ride so I approached my trainer (who just happened to have broken his arm or something) and offered to ride for him. He was an older man, hints of grey speckled in his hair, tan and looked very kind. His eyes sparkled as he accepted. So I suited up and got on this Star Wars style horse (it might have even been half-mechanical) and got ready to race. I had a short whip that I used to urge the beast faster. My arm started to get really sore and tired halfway in. As predicted, I won. I went back to my teacher to try to explain some of my thoughts as to how I won. I told him that the apprentices probably only won their races because they spent all day smacking cows down the paths at the ranches and as such, had very strong arms, but that they most likely would not be able to keep up with the more experienced riders in any more future races.
I then left the track and entered one of the locker rooms. All the different areas were connected and I past some volleyball girls getting ready for practice. (ONCE AGAIN the EVER PRESENT volleyball!!) I recognized most of them from my second high school and politely declined joining them. I didn't think that their practice was up to high enough standards to get sucked into. One of the girls, Kristi I think, kept trying to get me to join in. For a moment I looked at a locker and imagined what i would be like if I gave in to everything.. if I decided to play volleyball and basketball for these people and invisioned how much time and effort it would take.. how much of my LIFE it would demand. I can't remember what I decided.. I think I told them that I'd see them later maybe and continued to my next class.
I walked down a hallway and past a large room. I peeked in. It looked like maybe an amphitheater (excuse my spelling). Some teenaged guys were standing to the side at what looked like a mix bewteen a DJ table/security desk. They acted like they were movie attendants. It was night, and they were moving the room around, the large seating are was moving from the front to the back. All of a sudden, some big robot fighters warped in and started to attack the now-Security-men. Two were killed instantly but a third managed to push a warning button on the desk that alerted the school- maybe it captured the robot fighter because he started to disappear. This is where my dream started to get freaky. Before he disappeared, he shot the third man through the head. The robot disappeared, and the man slumped on the desk. I ran in immediately. The other few men were milling around confused. I realized that they were students. They had no idea what to do. I picked the shotman up, who convienetly changed into a small child who I could carry him. The bullet would in the back of his head was craddled in my hand to stop the bleeding. I didn't dare look down at his face, and ran as fast as I could out of the room and turned left. I ran down the nearest hallway on the right, knowing that a Medical instructor that I knew taught a class now. I ran in the room and in a panic interrupted the class. I ran up to the man behind the desk and overhead projector, whom was instructing the class and I exclaimed that the guy I was holding had been shot and needed immediate medical assistance. To my shock, he lifted the boy up and showed everyone in the class the gaping hole in the back of his head. I couldn't watch so I looked away and he said that it was a very classic example of blah-blah -blah. He then looked at my hand, which was covered in blood and goo and told the class that it had a great example of blah in it. Faintly disgusted, I kept my eyes off of my hand and the goo in it. The instructor then carried the boy out of the room. I started to follow but as I past the second desk I "splat!" the goo in my hand on the desk and said that if anyone wanted to have a closer look that they could. The guy sitting on the desk turned a faint greenish color. I ran out and tried to catch up to the instructor.
When I exited the room, I was faintly panicked because I had lost sight of them but I spotted them down a hallway. The Instructor called for me. We walked through an office area and into a medical laboratoy. The instructor placed the boy on something and had it sent away to another doctor, another room. Time past with no one doing anything constructive to try to help this boy and I was started to get freaked out. You don't just sit around for an hour trying to contact different doctors before taking care of a gunshot wound! The boy was most probably dead by now. When I expressed this to the instructor he gave me a telephone number to call to see if one of the doctors was in. I went over to the telephone and started to dial the number. I actually didn't remember the number at first so I repeated it to my self a few times. it was something like 888-87895678. Lots of eights. I dialed the number over and over again, I kept messing up and it took a while to figure out that I forgot to add the 1! before the number to make sure that it was sent inside the buiding. I was mad at myself for wasting time. The blood was still on my hands. A woman in a large brown coat asked a lady if there was a place to call the airport from. I clutched the phone and tried to look busy and very involved in my phone call. I once again got a busy tone. I was very annoyed and slammed the phone down. Any further tried would be pointless. If the boy hadn't got any help my now then he was already dead. The doctors wouldn't have let him die so he must be recovering now.
I walked out a side door to the outside. A girl my age joined me. We went around looking in windows for a recovery room. She was worried about him just as much as I was. We came across a room and moved the blue curtains away from the outside (I have no idea why curtains were on the outside, not the inside). I knew that this was the room. A chair sat away from us, a woman (I think it was my 7th grade math teacher, as stern as Prof McGonagal from Harry Potter and as evil as a evil scientist from Star trek) was talking to someone in the chair. My friend said "Data!" and I tried to look over the chair. I only saw mussed black hair but I knew that it was Commander Data from Star Trek. The evil lady handed him a mirror and told him that his eyes were green and that it was normal. I knew that we had to get him out of there before the lady tried to brainwash him or something. I saw his reflection in the mirror.
That's when I woke up. I have the weirdest dreams.
