Crazy, Troubling Dreams...

So, I had an interesting set of dreams recently. The interesting part, is that these dreams are separated by weeks, and yet perfectly link up to each other. I don't have that happen often, and even less so, so long apart. It made the dream seem frighteningly real.

Due to the fact that this has perturbed me so, I'm going to write both dreams out to you, and to myself, for future generations to wtf about.

The first dream, occurring no less than three weeks before the second, goes easily enough:

I'm myself, first person, at an unknown and at least half-popular band's concert. Really enjoying myself, I'm partially moshing around, yet avoiding the main fray because I'm a little afraid of hurting someone, or a real brawl to break out.

As I'm listening, and bouncing around a little, I accidentally bump this chick in front of me, who turns around to get in my face about it. Then, I recognize her as one of my middle school teachers, a particular one that was really young for being a teacher, which would explain why she was there.

So, after recognizing one another, we start to catch up. She asks me how I got in, the tickets here were hard to get so close. I tell her that I'm friends with the band, and they get me in to most of the concerts. I'm basically working for them apparently, a quality control agent. If the band doesn't sound up to par, I inform them after the show, and they mix it up.

She thinks that's an awesome job to have, and asks about aspirations, as teachers often do. I tell her my aims are high, that I want to own a large-scale graphics business, and set it up to earn my money whilst I cater to my real creative side. She loves the idea, and tells me to go for it, and I smile and tell her that I'm already on my way. A little more indiscernible conversation occurs, and the dream is at an end.

The first dream was in my original conclusion really enjoyable, and a good sign for my overall mental health, even if it really seemed like a small dream.

Then, last night, my second dream.

Everything starts with Josh, the teacher, a few other people, and myself all wearing the same, blue shirts while getting preparations done at this really high-rise resort along the beach. We've all come together to run this cool contest for teens, something about finding the most outstanding, well-rounded individual in the US.

Josh is the host of the whole thing, announcing the next challenge, and talking them through it. The teacher is doing the coordination, setting everything up and making sure that the area the next challenge is in is arranged before the group arrives, and assuring that everything goes smoothly during the competition. I'm doing the interviews and all the film-related stuff, carrying a nice camera around with me everywhere, and generally keeping myself busy.

Most of the challenges go by without an issue, everything working out perfectly. Josh is doing a good job with keeping the people entertained and active in what they should be doing. Together, him and I keep them upbeat and lighthearted, even when some of them lose friends as they're eliminated, or get stressed when they come close.

The last step of the contest involving physical capability just over, all of the remaining kids start in for the resort. I get some filming done of them walking up the beach, and then head in with the rest of the staff, Josh staying behind to speak with the kids as they all head for the next challenge.

I ride up an elevator with around eleven other people, including my old school teacher, and we enter a room not unlike a furnished warehouse. It's walls and ceiling are dry walled and such, painted and furnishings put out such as seats and stuff, but you get this feeling that it's more for storage than for other people in the resort to see.

In the back of the storage room, there are all these desks set up in a semi-circle, and I count no less than fifty. Setting myself up for the shot when the kids come out of the elevator and up the stairs to arrive, I leave everyone else who's working alone.

The kids arrive, I get my shots, and they all sit and wait on the floor, a little ways away from the desks. We're waiting for the people who came up with me to finish setting up. Josh is trying to inspire the group to keep them upbeat, and calls me into it. We both have a good time keeping them excited, with myself pulling off a huge chant with them all, as they were getting loud and no one could hear anything we had to say.

My old teacher comes up to Josh, whispers something in his ear, and then he announces that it's time for the next challenge. He stands up, motions for everyone to move to a desk in the semicircle, and reveals what appears to be the next challenge, saying that we're going to talk about Katrina.

I shrug off the fact that I don't like the topic at hand, seeing as I know Josh well enough that he thinks Katrina and New Orleans was all retarded. He's said to me again and again that he thinks they're a bunch of whiners that got what was coming to them, and that people in Mississippi are overlooked, even though they had huge flooding. It's his choice, and everyone had at least one contest that was theirs personally.

As a person who looks a -lot- like Steven's dad stands in the middle of the semi-circle, talking about something that doesn't seem to pertain to Katrina in the slightest, motions to the group about part of the challenge being the creation of a petition, I scan the kids with my camera. I eventually do a close-up of some medals that the guy has on display, and then retreat to this little cubby over in the corner of the room, where I can film the speaker without being in the way of everyone.

When I get there, Jake is there too, working on his camera. He's wearing a blue shirt too, so he's part of the team. We talk quietly for a bit, enjoying a bit of reminiscing while the kids listen to the speaker. So far, everything is great. Then, as suddenly as can be, it all collapses.

As we're quietly speaking, and I'm filming, Brenden Tidd, whom a lot of you reading this do not know, points to our cubby and makes a move towards it, calling it something like a personal throne room. My old teacher tells him to sit back down, or else, and Tidd rebutts that we're back there, so he can be.

My old teacher responds that it doesn't matter, as both Jake and I are off the team, and we need to leave immediately. Jake and I grow indignant, because we did nothing wrong. Jake ends up just leaving, and my old teacher comes over to the cubby, telling me again that I have to leave.

I call her out, telling her that it's crap that she even thinks she can do this, as I was one of the originals who came up with this idea. Then, she starts ripping at me, telling me that I've always been so full of myself. I'm confused, and let her know that. She informs me that I think I'm so much better than anyone else, and that I've constantly got to let other people know that. Now I'm both hurt and confused. She's smiling, and tells me that she's never really appreciated me as a person, and refers to the time at the concert, saying that she 'had to endure me' through the entire thing, and that I ruined the entire experience for her. I'm angry now, because I really liked her, and she seemed to like me as a person back. Suddenly, I feel like all this trust I put into her has been wasted, and I'm holding myself back from doing something really bad, when she pipes up that 'everyone on the team agrees.'

Then, my alarm clock goes off. I decide that this is a dream that I don't want to pursue, and wake up to write this for future reference. Had my alarm gone off a few moments earlier, then it would have been an amazing dream. As it stands, it sucked it up horribly.

So go figure. I'll reread this later, and maybe try to analyze it. Tell me what you think. Keep it serious, at least as serious as you can.

P.S.: This is counting as a Writing Exercise.