Where to start…?
I remember trying to find information about Charlie*. I tracked him down to some two or three-story brick building in the city. There was a building next door with a garage door or wooden fence with an old painted sign and an arrow that went to the right. There was an old wooden fence that blocked a space between the building.
In the photo I had of the building, it was supposed to have a white stucco side. This building, however, had all brick sides that I could see from the street.
I remember exploring the dream space (maybe I’ve been playing Second Life a bit too much where I explore unlocked stranger’s homes, but I’d never do this in real life – I don’t need a criminal record) and I parked the big black SUV I was driving on the curb in front of the house at night.
I walked in and went upstairs and there was a guy chilling on the couch watching a movie. He saw me, but he didn’t seem to care too much.
I went to a computer set up in the corner of the room and looked up something related to me on the computer. I’m not sure why, but I left it on the page.
I left the building and was going around my car when I heard my name mentioned in anger/disappointment. I turned to find that there was a group of guys hanging out near a truck parked on the driveway next to the house. They were wearing red sports uniforms – like OSU basketball jerseys or baseball shirts. Edward* was there for some reason as well. I hurried to get into the SUV.
I heard Charlie say, “Wait, hold on, I got this.”
He ran over and caught my door before I closed it. This was definitely Observer-Charlie* – he had that weird invasive feeling and looked at me in a way most regular dream characters don’t. He surprisingly had dyed strawberry-blond hair that was a bit too long. Charlie-Alpha* has warm brown hair. I thought this hair didn’t fit him at all.
He asked, “Why were you in my room?”
I said, “Your room? I didn’t go in your room, just your living room.”
He asked, “Why did you mess with my stuff and look on my computer?”
I said (partly lying and avoiding his eye contact), “I just wanted to show you a link…”
I said, “Listen, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was doing…”
He said, “Yes, you did.”
And I woke up.
In a later dream, Charlie and I made up and we were hanging out in some apartment. I remember I was wearing my jeans that I finally fit into in real life, but in my dream, they were a size too loose. I also was wearing my red button-up shirt.
There was a show on an old TV with a marathon of a sci-fi show running. I remember one episode ending with a scene about finding a radio signal that is another piece of the puzzle they were trying to solve and it ended with a view of the sky over a flat corn field with a tall radio tower to the right. I remember seeing it before and remembering there were multiple radio signals and they were actually going deeper into the plot.
I remember running from one side of Columbus to another and back on foot with a lot of people. I remember going through poor neighborhoods and having to go around obstacles like trash and laundry piles.
* Names were changed.
I remember killing spiders in my dream with a Swiffer mop, but I wasn’t sure they were dead because my carpet is so shaggy.
I then heard noises behind a door where my current window is. I went to the door and it led into my parents’ garage.
Normally, it’s filled with a lot of random things along the walls, but now it was almost totally cleared out. A man, Charlie*, and Edward* were stealing things out of the garage and into a small moving van.
I realized the man was the leader and the others were only doing it because they were being told to help him.
I was angry! I told them that they were stealing and I was calling the cops. I went back in and remembered I forgot to lock the door and I don’t know how trustworthy these guys were.
I went back to lock the door and looked outside and they were still taking stuff.
I was like, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING???”
The man said, “Don’t you understand what we could do with this stuff?” I think they planned to give the stuff to poor people or something noble like that.
I said, “I don’t care. It’s still STEALING. This is THEFT.” I tried to make the man understand that it was not right.
I almost even said this quote/paraphrase (I think it’s from the movie, Doubt): “There is really only one commandment: thou shalt not steal. All the others are derived from that.” But I didn’t.
* Names have been changed
Note: I looked it up – It’s supposedly from The Kite Runner:
“There is only one sin, only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft… When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife’s right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness.”
I stood with my classmates in a classroom in the middle school (I’m a freshman in high school now). We were handling these fragile objects. I can’t remember if they were crickets or egg rolls. Some people (not me) took these objects back to another classroom in the sixth grade hall. I saw a person’s object break and crumble in their hand.
I walked down the hall, and spotted Scott*. He was mad or sad about two of the crumbled objects in his hand and I started talking to him about how other people’s broke, too. We talked for a while and I went to my sixth grade first period class. He went to his class. I was stopped in the doorway, by this other guy, Edward*. He was standing in the band room doorway ready to leave school.
He told me it was time for me to get ready for my bus. I told him it was only lunch time and that every clock in the school said so. I looked over to a clock on the hallway wall and I saw the time run forward to when it was time to go. My watch, which for some reason was on the wrong wrist, still had the lunch time, as well as the clocks in the other classrooms. When the bell rung, I went into the band room trying to prove that the time was wrong.
* Names have been changed.
Note: The original title used for the Dream Directory was “Crickets or Egg Rolls.”