don’t swallow

Date: 5/27/2019

I had a dream that I was at this school that I didn’t really recognize. I kind of recognized maybe three of the students there. I don’t know. Fredlena was there, and that was really nice. She had this strange tactic, where she’d purposely secretly follow the younger students just to protect them, because she felt like it was her responsibility. She would usually follow maybe one at a time. As we were protecting this one kid (and I don’t know why), I think I got in a fight with a boy who was in a younger grade than me, because he was one of the kid’s friends. Maybe he did something threatening and Fredlena and I did not like it. We seemed to be arguing, and I was physically trying to get him away. We were both sitting down. I guess since it was physical, it counts as a “school fight”. There were no other students around or teachers. It was empty, on the second floor near steps that descended into another empty area. Anyway, for some reason, I had this bizarre obsession with making wigs, but they all have beautiful ponytails. They weren’t even crazy long. They were about as long as maybe... I don’t know, I think it’d hit me a tiny bit below my chest. I did a red one this time. Actually, I think it was a medium warm brown with subtle highlights in it. I remember the ponytail holder was falling off, and I noticed it as I was hanging it at a secret place in a classroom with all of my other self-made wigs. I fixed it. The teacher was suddenly really mean to me, because I went to a kid’s desk and asked if I could put my bag down on their desk while I fixed something. Everyone was watching this educational thing on the smartboard, but it wasn’t that quiet or that still. Some people were quietly moving, and it just felt comfortable enough for me to do that. The teacher didn’t like it and had me stand next to her desk until I was done fixing whatever it was. There was another student standing there, who I’m assuming got in trouble too... and when she swallowed, it was like there was an imaginary mic on her. I could hear her swallow being magnified like an audio on the smartboard or something. It wasn’t too noticeable, but I sure noticed it. It made me nervous, and it began to happen to me too. Mine wasn’t as noticeable as her’s though. I took my medicine as well, for some reason. That was scary for me, because I didn’t want my swallow to be heard by everyone in the class. I felt like it would be really awkward. Anyway, further into the dream, I ended up at my dad’s house (which looked almost nothing like the current house he’s living in) and for some reason, we were waiting for Philly. We were really nervous, and I don’t know why. I don’t think she was going to hurt us or be mean. I was just scared. I don’t remember why. We were sitting in front of a closet that was big, but not too big. It wasn’t a walk-in one. Maybe dad and I were rearranging it. There was also this weird thing where a shadow took the shape of a mini Philly, and it began cleaning some stuff up. It was really surprising to us. I think there may have been another bizarre experience like that somewhere else in the dream, but I don’t remember where or what it was. For all I know, it actually wasn’t in the dream. We heard a noise and waited for the sound. I thought it was Jennah at first, but then it was Philly. We waited until she came in. That is all I remember.