Molester

I just had a crazy dream and I can't let myself forget it.

Anyway, in this dream, I was still friends with Vivian, and Selena and I were spending the night at her house. At Vivian's house, we were, I don't know, watching a movie when I fell asleep and had a dream within a dream. In this dream, I was riding a bus which was moving down the dark road at a snail's pace past a hospital. Some of the blinds in the hospital windows were pulled up, so I could see into the rooms where sick, elderly people lay. All of a sudden, I was in one of these rooms. It was dimly light, and the hospital bed obstructed my view of the patient, but I knew she was a very old woman. Her son, who sat beside her, said, "She's gone..." A nurse walked in pushing a very fancy-looking armchair on wheels and squeezed it next to the bed, to move the body there (I suppose that's what you were supposed to do with the dead - put them in fancy movable chairs). All of a sudden, I became terrified of death and ran out of the room into the dark hospital hallway before I could see the woman's empty face. The hallway looked like that of a fancy hotel.

It seemed like the walls were closing in on me. I saw things in night vision and I felt the death behind every single door, and it was going to get me, and it had hands and feet and was chasing me. So I ran down the hallway, and down a staircase. I was back in Vivian's house, but I was still dreaming, and I knew it because Vivian's house wasn't so gigantic and didn't have staircase after staircase, and it wasn't that dark, and this looked like a millionaire's mansion, or maybe a palace because of the extremely regal furniture that lie around, unused. The thing continued to chase me and I made it for the front door and pulled it open so I could run quickly and lose it. But damn it, it was raining! Even still, the sun was just beginning to rise and its morning rays fell upon the lawns and trees and wet pavement.

By now, I was like, "Okay, that was a dream, and nothing is chasing me, and I'm back at Vivian's house, and I'm awake now. But obviously I was sleep walking because I'm outside." Despite this, I continued to sprint down the street in the light downpour. I ran, figuring I'd just tell Vivian when she woke up to find me missing that I went for a morning job, and eventually found myself outside my old elementary school, Thornton.

For some reason, time had gone backwards, and it was around 6 in the morning - rather than 7, and I knew this because it had gotten dark again. People were outside of Thornton, sitting around in the grass and parking lot; little children, people my age, adults. It was "buddy day", or something, and I sat down next to a fifth grader (who looked more like she was 14). But I felt young. I didn't look 16, I looked 11, but I wasn't. I wanted this girl to know, as she smiled at me and introduced herself, that I had experienced things since I left Thornton and I was older and I should really be listened to. One of the Thornton coaches, Coach Cowin (right? That was the tall skinny lady?), told us to walk around the school and explore. The girl and I went left in the direction of the playground. It was becoming light again, and as we strolled I told her, "I didn't come here in kindergarten, instead I went to this crappy school called Bear Creek." I thought for a moment. "Well, it wasn't crappy, but whatever..."

All of a sudden, I was back on Vivian's street, just as I had already been, with drizzle falling from the sky and the morning sun rising over the trees. Except now, Selena was running after me with her suitcase (she could have just taken a bag, but this is a dream and things like this cannot be explained). "Wait!" she cried. "I'm coming too."

"Why'd you bring your stuff?" I asked, slightly annoyed. "I'm just going for a morning jog."

"I brought it, just in case my mom shows up before we get back and I'll be ready." Which makes no sense, but in the dream it did.

We were at Thornton again, and we sat in these very tight bleacher things...except they were bars too...it's difficult to explain, because such does not exist in reality. Basically, the were bleachers that were crammed against a fence, except instead of benches, you sat on bars. Selena sat on the bar above me, leg dangling, and we laughed and remembered our days at Thornton together. Everything was great, and I was eight years old again. Selena nudged me and pointed below her, where one of my old friends Jorge was talking to some girls (one of them, I saw, was Nicole's little sister Mariana). "Oh cool. Jorge!" I said. He ignored me pointedly, and I felt dissed - maybe I was eight again, but he was still the age he is now. I said his name again, and he looked at me: "Yeah?" "Do you remember me, Jorge?" "Yes, I do." Then he turned and talked to the girls again. Selena and I looked at each other.

Suddenly, still at Thornton, we were in a bathroom stall together, and Mariana was with us. We were just there to hang out, which again, makes no sense, but in dream world it did. I still felt eight years old and my perception of reality was innocent and carefree like that of a child's. I was at Thornton. I could be one again. I could just throw experience and rationale out the window.

But apparently, there are consequences for being young, because all of a sudden a fat man was in the restroom with us, and he shoved his fist in an arm hole in the door of the stall (no sense!) and began trying to grab Selena and I. His hand brushed my jeans right at the zipper and then I knew what he was trying to do: stick his hands down our pants. Selena and I swatted him away and bolted the door shut so he couldn't open it and moved away from it so he couldn't reach us, cramming ourselves. In reality, we could have just opened the door, kicked his ass, and walked away, but in this dream, he had us trapped and were being held hostage by a pedophile. I didn't know I could do anything about it because I was a kid again. As the guy entered other stalls and molested young girls, Selena and I tried to come up with a way to get out of there. Every now and then his body would be pressed up against our door, threatening. I dug my hand in my pocket and pulled out a red ballpoint pen and tried to force myself to think 16 again, so I could know what to do with it.

"Okay," I whispered to Selena, "Next time his body is pressed against the door, I'm going to stab him with this pen, and we're going to get out of here and he won't be able to touch us." Five seconds later, his body was pressed against it again, and my grip on the pen tightened as I prepared to thrust it through the hole and into his fatty and jiggly epidermis. But then he was gone, and I had x-ray vision and saw Vivian standing behind the door, her eyes flashing. She opened it and motioned for us to come out. "Hurry, he's doing something else, but I'm going to get you out of here." We sneaked out of the bathroom, and as I stepped outside, the sun was high in the sky and I closed my eyes to protect then against its light.

I opened them and I was in my bedroom. And then I went to the kitchen to see if there were any diet Pepsi, which there wasn't, and came back, and here I am, and I'm still kinda in that dreamy state.

But yeah, I had to share it because it was epic.