Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 10/28/2016
By Fitful
I was sleeping, on the verge of waking up (in the dream) and lingering. I was smiling into white sheets and a bright sunlight day. I was waking up gradually. As I did i thought about how I was so against relationships I might throw myself into school for 10 years and get a bunch of degrees. A hundred. It was the last few weeks before school let out, my college professor was having a hard time wrangling the class's concentration. There were three our four girls, a group, which were using me. I recall a friend trying to tell me emphatically that they were. They were eating my chips, Pringles, which I had bought, turning it into a class project to put them all in little baggies and give them out. I didn't think they were being mean, it didn't occur to me but the girl kept insisting. The professor made up a show and tell assignment, some last minute thing, I think I was only in her class once a week. I came up with one thing, which was a poem I had written last. (oddly enough I wrote a poem right before I fell asleep) and I chose the last one in my note book/journal to read next class. The professor also wanted me to have another and she and I were talking. She showed me a statue in a special case out in the hallway, just before the bell. She spoke intensely about it, it was a skull with a helm infused into its skull so they all were one piece. I don't know if it were real skull, she held it revently , holy. It could have been a stone rendition. She set it down carefully so it wouldn't get broken, and it almost fell. I caught it and held it carefully, she looked at me gratefully. I moved it back into its case and decided to study up on its history. While I held it I had a flashback or visiom of the man's death. He had died in battle, something from the sky killed him, beheaded him, I think it was a griffin? Because it was build like a giant bird only more man shaped and stoutly. His head got thrown from his body and i could see the creature still coming at me, wings and talons at the ready, they hung in mid air. I got the impression also it was a typical situation for me, I was the teachers pet, she adored me, and the students and I were on only neccessary speaking terms. Friendly, without being friends. It happens. The next part was a girl, in pink sweats(later they switched to a pink nightgown), standing outside my door in the bright sunlight. She was younger than me, about 8 - 13 maybe. She looked like I did at that age. Her hair was a tad lighter brown, mine was usually so dark it was black, and was in a little china Bob. You couldn't see her hands and feet, they bleed into the air like a watercolor painting. She was dead, it was plain to see, her face you also really couldn't see, it was just that white and black hollow transparent thing like ghosts in movies. And I was really attracted to her (not romantically). There was just something about her which drew me, like she was me, or of me, or loved me. Like she needed me. I felt weird about it but I invited her in anyway, I seemed to sense she couldn't come into my house, like a vampire. She didn't actually listen to me. I don't think it worked that way, there was this think veil between us, a thick - hands thick - transparency. It was impossible for her to come in I soon realized, and she didn't even try. In fact she didn't do much of anything, just stare at me. I tried, eventually, I pushed my hand through the veil and it was hard work. I couldn't really make much progress, but finally I got a finger through. I reached for her. She actually touched me, just a glance of a skeletal finger against mine. And the she did this odd thing to me, she took all the skin off my finger, as if she had cut a ring around where it stuck out and then just pulled off the whole layer of skin like a glove. She looked at it curiously, squished it between her thumb and fore finger, then put it back on me. There was more conversation about death and reality with somebody but I can't remember it.