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.”
People from school and I, were on a ride at a theme park, on a field trip. On this ride, you are in a roller coaster-like vehicle and go around this track 3 times (over bridges and stuff). I guess the first 2 times were boring since people said they were falling asleep. But I kept trying to tell these people that on the 3rd time it’s supposed to be dangerous and faster (like the picture on the map in my hand). Well, the ride started again much faster, like I predicted. Most of the bridges where falling (or seemed like it). But at the end, the vehicle actually went airborne and so close to the top of a bridge that some people were touching it. Even though I haven’t been on a ride like that in my life, I felt like I was there before. Then, I noticed I had seat belt, but was still staying in my seat pretty well. When, I landed, my seat was apart from the others and I noticed the other people landed on their feet (literally). We all landed in front of a brick building that was a Arcade/Gift Shop. I went through the 2 glass doors, and found a cash out place, some more glass doors, and another [cash out] place-like booth, all on the left, and an arcade in the back room. I went to the second booth, where I noticed someone playing with 3 raccoon puppets. I was telling the puppeteer (that was no more than 2 years older than me) that I thought the puppets were cute and how I like raccoons. She offered to let me help her with the puppets, since I was bored and had an hour, so I did. I had to sing, too. At the moment, she was going to run an errand so she called out “Are there 4 good singers here?” since I would need help. 2 guys (that I don’t know too well) and 2 girls (I’m friend’s with) walked out behind a corner. The puppeteer told us to start singing when a bus stops in front. She even had a board with the words. It looked like the French ABC song (I’m taking French) because I remember reading the last line, “Qui nous aide à dire les sons.” I was sitting while the others were standing. The first guy, Tom*, is kinda a class clown, and he acted like the raccoon was crawling up my head. I couldn’t stop laughing. . .
then I woke up.
* Name has been changed.
Note: The original title used for the Dream Directory was “Qui Nous Aide à Dire les Sons.”
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.”
The Class of 2002, 2004, and 2005 (8th, 6th, and 5th graders) were at a campsite, which was known for the disappearance of 300 students that were not from our school. We were told that they disappeared when they walked this one trial. I have no idea how, but I knew it was spiral. The teachers wanted us to figure out why and how they disappeared. Well, when I was walking to the campsite, I walked by a group of 6th or 5th graders near a small cabin. I had the feeling I had been there before. It was in August. It was a nice day, but it felt like it was about to rain. People got into groups of two. I went alone. I decided to go back after walking about 1/8 of the trail. The trail was made of dirt and gravel, and was lined with trees. After walking back, I realized I was hungry. I walked a 1/2 mile to a near by house. The house was white. I went in the back way. We were aloud to go to the bathroom and get something to eat there. I looked around and found a bag of corn chips. I started eating them. I walked outside and sat down on the steps out back. All it was was a small wooden porch with steps on both ends connecting to the house. I sat down on the top of the steps facing the campsite. Some kids were playing. This one girl came over. She kind of reminded me of that one girl on Suddenly Susan that Susan doesn’t like. She was stuck up sometimes, but she was a good friend. She said hi and started singing a Celine Dion song. The song got in my head and I started singing it, too. I decided to go back to the campsite. I told some friends, I was going to walk the trail. I was still eating those corn chips. But one of my friends said someone figured out the mystery! I said, “All I did was go and get some corn chips and come back and it’s over???” I asked them how they disappeared, but no one answered me. After that, we all went to the cabin and watched a movie that you were supposed to watch after you figured out the mystery. I paid no attention, I was still trying to find out what happened. After the move, we went to the busses. I didn’t know which bus to get on! The first bus had short kids in it, so I went to the second one. I still think I got on the wrong bus!
Sometime in the dream, I was sitting there drawing a spiral in the dirt. Diane* was drawing something else. I heard a teacher say, “Hope [me] you’re going to the 9th grade art class, Diane* you have to stay in this art class.” I couldn’t understand any of that.
* Name has been changed.
Note: The original title used for the Dream Directory was “Corn Chips.”