I was at school, and someone gave me a blue balloon. I later put it in my locker.
That day at school, we had an assembly, and it was a science show. Someone gave me an inflated blue balloon. I stood there the whole time and then this guy friend, let’s call him Charlie* did this really cool trick with magnets and a blue balloon, making it move in the air.
I thought it was cool and I had a balloon, so when he got off stage, I asked him to teach me how to do that. He tried to show me, but it was hard. I almost got it when it was time for lunch. They called it “intermission.” I said, “thank you,” and placed the balloon on a chair in the room. He went to lunch. I had to go to my locker, so I went the other direction.
First, I stopped at someone else’s locker and there was a blue balloon in it. I thought nothing of it because they seemed to have been given to everyone. I took off my winter coat and put it in the locker and and found a small deflated blue balloon in my hand. I said aloud, “What is with these blue balloons?” Then, I put the balloon in that locker, closed it and went down the hall to my locker. On the way, I overheard to people say, “What’s with these what?” “Blue balloons.”
I got to my locker and opened it up and screamed in surprise. There were two half inflated blue balloons on the top section and one on the bottom of my locker. This guy, let’s call him, Conner* came up, put his face up to mine to look in my locker, and said, “Hope, what wrong?”
I said, out of breath like (but talking fast as usual), “What’s with these blue balloons? I got one this morning and and put it in here. Then, I went to the science show and got another balloon. I did a trick with Charlie and left it there. I went to this other person’s locker and they had one. Then, I found one in my hand! I put my coat and the balloon in that locker, but I come here and find three, and look -” I opened a crayon box, “one, two, three…four more blue balloons! Where are they all coming from?” My best friend was there with me, too. She said what she thought (I can no longer remember what it was). Conner then said, “Shh, here comes Mr. Crystal*.”
Then, I woke up.
I had a dream before that but can only remember fragments..
I remember being near a big body of water. I got instructions to be careful of this man, because he was ordered to kill me. There was an old black car. The man got out and got his young daughter out of the passenger side. They ran across the sidewalk and started to climb a tower. When they got high enough, the man took out a gun, and pointed it at me. I took out my gun and shot him in the arm (I think) and he fell 30 ft. into the water.
Later, this older man and I were taking care of the young daughter. We were at some kind of party. An older man, some mad scientist, showed me this experiment he was doing. He had a Speak & Spell and some kind of projector. He projected light onto the night sky. He typed, “GOODBYE.” Then, there was a violent earthquake. We were unaware because this was central Ohio, we don’t get earthquakes.
The rest I can’t remember.
* Names have been changed
I usually have wacky symbolic dreams. Although these might be symbolic, they’re more story-like and interesting. I had many vivid dreams last night, but these two stand out.
I was in this building that resembles a school building. I was in an art class drawing and writing with crayons on a piece of construction paper. I was writing something about my cat (I don’t have a cat in waking life and never had a cat that had a name started with a “K”). First, I was writing on a yellow piece of paper, then a brown one.
Later, in the same dream, it was lunch time and I was walking around school (even in waking life we are allowed to do this). I went into a classroom that had a big window overlooking the schoolyard where people were playing. Outside, there was a group of honor kids (the people with straight A’s, no offense, but I never would want to be “them”) playing soccer. They were surrounded by a net, but accidentally kicked the ball outside of the it. They asked for another kid outside the net to throw the ball back in (in my dream, I remembered doing this once).
Just then, I heard this chirping sound. I looked down to find a baby gosling. It was so cute! I looked outside and saw the mother goose (I just thought of how familiar that sounds). She made a weird noise and these “officials” came out and took the other goslings away from her. I tried hiding the other one because I thought that was so mean. I showed it to its mother and she came up to the window. I opened the window and let the cute little thing back out to her and they walked back out to their nest.
Even later, in the SAME dream, my friend was talking about something dangerous being in the basement of the school building. I thought maybe killer bees (I don’t know why). I saw some of my friends and a teacher go downstairs and to a door to their left. I followed, but I hesitated before going through the door. There was a door in front of me that I’ve never seen before and it was very mysterious. It was narrow, wooden, and painted in light blue paint (the same as the wall). I went through the door on my left and my friends and the teacher came out with these black snakes. One person was afraid of them and the teacher said that they weren’t poisonous, while I kept saying how I thought snakes were cute.
My other dream was kinda cool. There was this guy that looked a lot like this guy friend from school who moved (one of my best friends and I think he moved to near Universal Studios in Florida, because there is this guy on Nickelodeon’s Are You Afraid of the Dark that looks a lot like him). He was standing in a thunderstorm and got struck by lightning.
Later, at his house, where I was being babysat, there were twin girls a little younger than me (the guy was like the age between me and the twins), a little boy and a little girl. The twins were always fighting and everyone was mad because they couldn’t go outside because it was raining.
I said I’d tell them a story that was entirely true (because I knew the guy’s secret). They got comfortable. The guy sat on the bed, which was facing the door and there was a window to the right; I sat on a chair to the right of the bed; the twins sat on chairs by the door; the little boy sat on the edge of the bed; the little girl sat on the floor; and the guy’s father stood behind me. There was a ceiling fan above us. I started the story by saying, “It was all dark and stormy out,” and I told them stuff they already knew.
One of the twins said, “This is stupid, I know this stuff already.”
I told them, “Wait, it gets better.”
When I got to the part where I said, “He was struck by lightning!” Lightning flashed and totally scared the two little kids and they said, “It’s too scary, stop!”
I said, like always, “Wait, in scary stories, it gets good in the end.”
Then, I continued with my story: “He didn’t know it, yet, but he had a certain power…It started when he looked at the fan.” I cued the guy to look at the fan and make it turn. He looked at it and he made it turn using telekinesis. The kids said it was cool.
More things happened, but I can’t remember them.
Later in the dream, we went swimming. When the guy got out, he had lost his power. The scene was actually planned by his father.
This morning, I found out that we did have a thunderstorm last night.
Note: The original title used for the Dream Directory was “Lightning.” The original post was on June 27, 199 on the Sightings BBoard.
I was like in the high school auditorium sitting behind Diane* and I said something like, “I’ve been abducted by aliens, I know it!”
I can’t remember all else who was there, except this guy, Noah*.
Then, I was in Mr. Lenny’s* classroom facing the wrong way when Dan* sat down two or three desks away. Everyone started humming this tune and I did, too. I can’t remember what it was, though. I asked why were we just humming that and they said it had something to do with this girl’s death.
Then, I was in the auditorium sitting near a friend. There was a loud mouth 5-7 year old behind me. We were at an assembly and I was afraid the speaker, a lady, was going to tell a secret about me. I had a bath towel over my head, so no one could recognize me. I tried sleeping in the chair, but couldn’t. Then, the speaker came up and gave me and four other people free tape cassettes.
Later in my dream, Sammy*, a friend of Scott*, was over at my house for my birthday (it’s in about two weeks) and he brought three kinds of meat (all with weird names). Sammy, my mom, and I ate sandwiches. Sammy wasn’t feeling too well, so I covered him up with a blanket. He was on the couch and said that I was going to cover him up “like a dog.” He said thanks.
Later, I was lying on the couch with him.
I lost track with the rest of the dream.
* Names have been changed
Note: The original title used for the Dream Directory was “Loud Mouth.”
My best friend, Diane* and I were in the eighth grade (we are both now in 10th). In the middle school cafeteria, this guy I’m friends with, Scott*, let me barrow 20 crayons (mostly pastel and really cool). At the table, I was talking to this junior I met a while ago at school, his name is Rick*. I was talking about how I’m glad to get out of the middle school so I don’t have to deal with the sixth and seventh graders (usually I’m not this mean! I have great friends in sixth and seventh [now, eighth and ninth] grade) and he said he didn’t have to because he’ll be a senior. Then, my friend and I saw this kiddie toy sitting on the counter nearby and we started to play with it. We stopped because it was stupid and simple. It was something about cows and a farm.
Later, I was in a room on the floor in the school. I had a Styrofoam cup with chocolate milk. I started to drink it, but spit it out because it had tons of rice in it. I mentioned it to Scott, who was wearing a red shirt, and he got up and told me to come with him. He started helping me, in case I had trouble walking (sweet, huh?). I told him I could walk and he asked me if I was sure. I said yes.
He led me to a place and later to an apartment. We went down a few separate stairs to get there. When we got there, there were tons of snakes (maybe from that snake movie I saw last night: Silent Predators on TBS). All I saw were dead ones and the they were all dried out. The the ground was rocky and dusty. Scott went inside and told me to stay outside. While outside, I saw two little crab-looking things crawling together. Later, Scott walked out grabbed my left arm by the elbow and took me back up the stairs and back to the parking lot where we started.
I accidentally threw something toward a truck or car that I was supposed to get in. Scott went toward the school and I said thank you. He looked back and smiled. I don’t know why, but then, I picked up this 20+ ft. tall pole that was red and took it to the truck or car.
Then I woke up!
* Names have been changed.
First thing I remember was being on the north sidewalk of East Main St. in Ashville, Ohio (the town I live in) with a shopping cart. For some odd reason I just pushed it away from me across the road, but it ended up going far left. Then, I chased after it down the sidewalk until the road cleared. I ran across and got it.
Next thing I remember is trying to leave school at the end of the day. I thought it was the high school I go to, I found out later it wasn’t. I felt like I knew the school. It was square like this middle school but the section I was in was much smaller. I knew where my locker was and where the door was. I was carrying a black book bag on my right shoulder. This guy, Scott*, that moved 3 years ago, was saying, “You know your late when the only [people] here are. . .” I kinda blocked out the rest. I looked down the hall way, ‘cuz I was going the wrong way it was dark with out any lights. so I turned around and went to my locker at the end of the hall. Opened it and got my books. As I was going to the door that was led by the hall way to my left. I saw another guy I’m good friends with, Scott, and other few [people] sitting on benches that outline the hall with lockers behind them. It reminded my of a locker room. I went through the door and I stopped, thinking I forgot something like I always do. I noticed right away it was night. This English guy in his 40s was going to be driving me home. He was in the [wrong] side of the car, I couldn’t see the car [color] since it was dark. I was having trouble with my book bag so I asked someone that was standing around to help me. They said they were late. So I went up you my friend in 7th grade (I’m in 9th) and asked her. She said she would for two dollars. I agreed and she took my book bag to the car, but I looked down the porch steps and I couldn’t go. I just remembered I needed crutches to go down stairs since I have Arthritis. I’ve been walking in my dream ‘cuz I sometimes put my crutches in my locker and walk like in waking life. So I told her to go ahead and the I had to go back. So I went back in and this guy friend that was there before going outside was still there. He went to his locker I knew it wasn’t his ‘cuz every morning I saw him on the other side of the hall. Well I went to my locker which was down the hall and to my left and 2 lockers away where the guy friend was. I opened my locker and there was this huge fake spider in spider web. I screamed, tho I knew it was fake ‘cuz I’m afraid of spiders. I grab my crutch and tore it off and it landed on the ground to my right. I was thinking out loud, “That’s probably gonna freak me out again in the next morning.” So went back to my locker and got my other crutch. The guy friend asked me, “So did it work?” I said, “So did what work?” “The sore throat medicine.” “What about it?” “Did it help your legs?” And I just remembered about talking to him about how it helped my hand when it was hurting by numbing it. And I said, “Oh, no, I’m sorry, I totally forgot. I should try that.” Then, I blanked the next part out. All I can remember is something about pink and purple Magna-dusters and a police man saying those were illegal.
* Name was changed.
Note: The original title used for the Dream Directory was “Fake Spider.”