A Dream I Had
Aug. 16th, 2002 12:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zesty_pintoBefore this... there was another dream. Something about tropics, something about winning...
What I really remember, though, was wandering the streets of New York, mostly places I was familiar with but knew people didn't really think of as that great. I then began to get tired, and slept on the streets, covered with a sleeping bag like a blanket so that I became one with the concrete. In time, I picked myself up and walked through the endless night until I found a room to sleep in an apartment that I came in from a window. When I woke up, though, I noticed bags and things people did not leave before: I was sleeping in someone's room. When I got out of the door, I noticed that I was in a girl's dorm. I asked one of the neighbors who was watching me with a sort of humored expression (I was guessing she probably found out what happened) to give her my apologies, but she said it was all right.
I left the dorm and then headed to one of the colleges to take my classes. I sat in a chair along a circle with other professionals and when I got my grades, they were all flawless. I never felt so happy before in my life to know that I was doing well in a university for once. My report card was a regular Dean's List.
And then I returned to my room, and I found out I had to take a vaccination. I was offered a needle, but try as I could, I could not penetrate my skin with the needle: the most I could do was scratch it, and my arm was full of scratches. I then realized my mother could solve this problem, so I traveled long and hard through the streets of the city with this needle in my hand, and finally when I entered a decrepit looking apartment of where I used to live, I found her and cried to her of the situation. She calmly agreed and tried to push the needle into me... and as I felt the pain, I began to wonder what sort of dream this was... and then I woke up
What I really remember, though, was wandering the streets of New York, mostly places I was familiar with but knew people didn't really think of as that great. I then began to get tired, and slept on the streets, covered with a sleeping bag like a blanket so that I became one with the concrete. In time, I picked myself up and walked through the endless night until I found a room to sleep in an apartment that I came in from a window. When I woke up, though, I noticed bags and things people did not leave before: I was sleeping in someone's room. When I got out of the door, I noticed that I was in a girl's dorm. I asked one of the neighbors who was watching me with a sort of humored expression (I was guessing she probably found out what happened) to give her my apologies, but she said it was all right.
I left the dorm and then headed to one of the colleges to take my classes. I sat in a chair along a circle with other professionals and when I got my grades, they were all flawless. I never felt so happy before in my life to know that I was doing well in a university for once. My report card was a regular Dean's List.
And then I returned to my room, and I found out I had to take a vaccination. I was offered a needle, but try as I could, I could not penetrate my skin with the needle: the most I could do was scratch it, and my arm was full of scratches. I then realized my mother could solve this problem, so I traveled long and hard through the streets of the city with this needle in my hand, and finally when I entered a decrepit looking apartment of where I used to live, I found her and cried to her of the situation. She calmly agreed and tried to push the needle into me... and as I felt the pain, I began to wonder what sort of dream this was... and then I woke up
