Beautiful Dreamer

Transformations February 14, 2010

This dream was insanely long and I’m pretty sure I don’t even remember the start of it. Chris and I were in my old primary school where his little brother apparently goes. We were waiting with him in his classroom at the end of the school day for Chris’ dad to pick him up. His teacher started talking to us, telling us about what he’d been doing in school. She said he was settling in really well. At that point Chris’ dad arrived and picked up his little brother. They went off home together but we were still talking to the teacher for some reason. She was asking us did we often have to wait with Chris’ little brother. We told her that we were waiting for Chris’ neighbour anyway (I have no idea who we meant) so it didn’t bother us.

The dream skips a bit then and I’m in a lecture room I’ve never seen before. People are piling into the room but I’m sitting on my own. At the back of the room there’s a wooden display case and a walkway behind it. I get up and stand in the walkway. At this point I see Chris come into the room with a load of people and sit down. Before I get the chance to join him, the man giving the lecture starts talking.

I don’t think it was an academic lecture nor do I think he was a lecturer. It was more like he was the leader of an order, not necessarily a religious one. I can’t remember what he was talking about but periodically he’d stop and make a demonstration like changing something using magic. I couldn’t really see what he was doing from where I was standing so I was slightly skeptical that he actually had any power.

He then started talking about the feats of some famous explorer. He said that great power and contained in his walking stick, if only we had it with us. He then called out to me to approach the wooden display case. I did as he asked and there was a long straight stick in it. It looked a little bit like this but i had lines running down it:

The man asked me to leave it in its case but to start shaking it back and forth as quick as I could. I did what he said and it started to turn blue at the top. At the this point I started blowing on it, even though he hadn’t told me to, it was instinctive. As I blew on it, the blue colour spread quickly until the entire walking stick was blue. The man then told me to stop shaking it and to bring it up to him. When I went to pick it up, it had changed shape entirely and now looked more like this:

I was amazed at the transformation and I started wondering was this a miracle or magic powers or what was it. I brought the walking stick up to the front of the room and had to stop myself from bowing to the man. As I walked back down I realised I couldn’t see Chris in the crowd anymore, even though I knew he was still there.

The next thing I remember is the lecture was over and I was leaving the room. I was trying to catch up with Chris because I thought he was just ahead of me. I had a games controller in my hands and I was trying to wind the cord around it but no matter how much I wound up, there was still more left. I looked down at the controller and it had a normal length wire. I just gathered the wire together in my hands and started walking faster.

It was at that point that I realised Chris wasn’t ahead of me but a load of guys in huge armor and ahead of them was Fergal. The guys looked kind of like this without the helmet:

When I caught up to the guys in the armor, I asked them if when I went with them, it was okay for me to use the controller I had in my hand. They smiled at me and said that would be fine, a good few people only knew how to use controllers. I have no idea where we were going to go or what I was going to control.

Fergal had noticed me by this stage and stopped to wait for me. I ran up to him and apologised for keeping him waiting. I explained what I’d been talking to the guys in armor about and he said I must have known it’d be okay to use a controller. I agreed but I also said that I didn’t want to have the wrong kind. He thought that was understandable and we went off after the guys in armor.

Suddenly I was in a crowded car park with a group of the girls form college. We seemed to have arrived from somewhere, as if we had been sent to this place for the forseeable future.  They were talking about how they wished they were part of the crowds queuing up to go home, even though they weren’t getting anywhere any time soon. We walked away from the crowds and into what looked like a shopping centre.

There was a space just to the right of the doors where everyone who had just arrived were slumped down on the ground. I asked someone why everyone was just waiting here. She said that we couldn’t check in until 2 o’clock and it was only half one now. I looked at my watch and it was five past two. I told her the time and said we should all check in and that way we could get some sleep. The girl was too tired to get up. I kept trying to persuade her to get up, telling her how comfortable the bed would be and how she could sleep all day if she wanted to but she wouldn’t budge. I decided that if no one else wanted to check in, it wasn’t going to stop me.

That’s the last thing I remember, although I’m sure I’ve forgotten a scene near the start.

Dreamer xxx