Flight from My Classroom Bunker as My World is Struck Down

If last night’s dream meant something, not in a predictive way but in a representation of how I view my real world kind of way, it is pretty gloomy. I am also not happy with the way I am or what I say in the end. Read on…

Dreams 08.22.12
I am in a school’s classroom and it seemed like I was the teacher. There were only a few students, young, no more than 8 years old. They didn’t say a word and kind of disappeared in the rest of the dream. It was quiet in the classroom and the lights were off. Light was pouring in through the windows casting desk fuzzy shadows on the shiny buffed floor.

Next, I don’t know the order. I was peeking around the corner of the classroom door, out and down the hallway. I did this a few times and saw another teacher dash across the floor, scurrying along to come into my classroom, as if we expected unseen shooters or attackers. He wasn’t anybody I recognized from real life. He was going bald and had a mustache, a little like Milton from Office Space.

Then I stood a few feet away from the window listening. There were loud thundering booms overhead, coming from outside. I walked over to the window to look out and I could see gloomy grey clouds and then sunlight shining through some other clouds in another direction. A storm was coming and in the thunder clouds I saw thick fingers of lightning touching down in multiple places in the distance with a destructive force. The storm clouds were rolling in quickly, approaching the school grounds. Lightning began to strike areas of the grounds’ concrete yard, blowing up chunks as it did so.

I stuck my head out the window to look up and around at the tall school building. Half of it was destroyed and bits of rubble were falling off the sides. Another vein of lightning struck the building while I was looking up and it sent giant pieces of the building flying off and crashing to the ground just a few hundred meters in front of my window.

Then I was walking towards a car that was taking me to the airport. It was in a parking lot. Either I had little luggage or they were already in the car. I was walking, feeling light. A few people stood several feet away from the car. They were friends I did not recognize, there to see me off. In general, I’d say they were happy to see me go. Not because they didn’t want to see me anymore, just that they knew I would be going to a “better” place.

At the airport, I got onto a people mover (one of those flat escalators) moving down a long hallway with an automatic door exit at the end. Next to the exit there were a couple of lounge chairs and a man sat in one of them. When I got off the people mover, I sat in the other chair across the man, who turned out to be Batiatus from the TV show Spartacus. He was going to the same place I was heading to and I told him that it would be satisfying to watch him screw up everything when he gets there.

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Dip in a Dark Pool

Dreams 08.11.12
Last night I slept on the couch but had a really hard time sleeping. I twisted and turned for many hours. By the time I drifted off to sleep it was about 4 something in the morning. I dreamt that I was in a very small pool/large hot tub with my sister. We were splashing each other making jokes. The pool room was dark with a faint diffuse light that seemed to only touch the pool area. I couldn’t really tell if the surrounding walls were really dark grey just a few feet back from the pool’s edge or it was actually just darkness.

My sister was at the end of the pool and I was in the middle looking at her. On the left side of the pool out of the corner of my eye, I saw a skinny brown dude just wading. He looked kind of nerdy and had his glasses on. He was fumbling to take it off and set it aside. I leaned back, floated on my back for a bit then let myself sink and be submerged in the water. I think I stayed under a little longer, seeing if I would drown. I stared up at the ceiling through the water, vision completely blurred. That’s when I told myself “You are dreaming. You are dreaming. You are dreaming. Control yourself.” But I didn’t really have a goal of what should happen.

Then I heard footsteps, someone coming into the kitchen (right beside the living room where I was sleeping). I don’t think my eyes were actually open. I thought and was afraid that husband had come downstairs. I did not want him to see me and be annoyed that I was sleeping soundly but I just didn’t want to deal with him. Then I thought I saw my dog (with my eyes still closed) climb up the couch to the blankets by my knees. But I didn’t feel any weight. Then I think I woke up and wasn’t sure if anyone or the dog actually came downstairs or not. I think at some point I checked the time. After a little while, I did eventually drift back to sleep.

So for a few seconds at least, I knew I was dreaming so guess that counts as being lucid.