Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 6/8/2019
By possiblypadawan
This dream took place the night after my birthday. The dream starts with me laying on a bed or a red tinted, dimly lit room. I look around and see the faces of many people I know, but I cant remember all of them. I do know that my principal was there. Everyone starts fussing and talking at once, and someone brings up that I tried to kill myself. I distinctly remember I was somehow under the inclination that I did NOT kill myself, but instead woke up from some sort of event that I can’t remember. But I know that I did not kill myself. Walking to school, I met a girl and I can’t remember her name. We walked to the dollar store, and I think that the girl and I bonded over the fact that we have both given away babies to adoption, which makes exactly no since, because I have never had children and won’t be having children anytime soon. P.S., I never walk to school and definently don’t walk to the store on my way. I was in a different part of town, but my house was the same. Everyone at my school has heard about my “suicide” and they are shocked when they see me at school the next day. It starts with me going to first period of my most recent class schedule, and I sat down in my usual seat. All of those people thought that I was dead, so it shocked everyone when I showed up. The face one of my close friends made when he looked at me was a mix of confusion and disgust. The rest of the day went on with students either being confused or fussing over me. It was embarrassing on many levels. After one of my classes, I was in the hall and encountered my principal. He asked my why I would try to kill myself, and I told him I never tried to commit suicide! All I did was wake up from sleep with everyone telling me this. He doesn’t believe me. There was also a scene with me changing in a weird version of a school locker room, walked of areas so you could change in private. Many other girls were in there. The only clothes I could change into were black and heavy. It took me a really long time for me to change, and I changed into multiple black outfits. When I got home, everything was normal. My parents acted normal. I’m pretty sure I also thought about the baby I had the feeling I once had, but gave it away. I went outside to sit on the porch step, and an a whole bunch of cheerleaders were in my yard, doing some sort of routine. I stared for a minute then walked into my house. They left. The last thing I can remember of the dream took place later that night. I was in the car with my mom and dad. My little sister and dog made no appearance in this dream. We drove around the local college’s part of town, and I remember myself thinking about two things: the fact that nobody would ever believe me that I didn’t try to commit suicide, and the baby I supposedly got rid of. I was under the inclination that it was a girl. The rest of my dream is a blur. I’ll write anything else down about this dream if I dream it again.