The Apiary Museum

Date: 5/19/2019

So I was in my room with a bunch of friends hanging out. It looked and felt like my room for the most part, but it looked a bit off as dreams usually are. Either way, my crush was there, and he kept looking at me with a smirk. This was weird cause he’s never like that. Regardless, as I’m over by my desk, I turn around to see his darn face, and there he is with that smile. He’s just sitting there on the floor against the wall in my room. As I then sit down in the chair by my desk, I kinda snort and look away awkwardly before going onto my phone. I can’t help but smile though. All of a sudden Tristan then starts to talk to me, and I actually feel kind of comfortable around him for once. As he then got up though and started to walk away, I called him back over. He came right back. I pulled him over to where he was sitting earlier and told him to look up. I showed him some graffiti my sister made under my bed. We laughed for a second cause one of the words kind of looks like one of our friend’s names. Out of nowhere Tristan then pulls out an envelope and hands it to me. I ask him what it is and he just tells me to look at it and figure it out. Inspecting the back, it’s blank except for a stamp with a bird on it. Next I flip it to try to open it, but that’s no good either cause there was nothing inside. All of a sudden a lightbulb goes off in my head as I start to see lines through the paper. Turning it back around I then see the invite Tristan has to some weird place called “the apiary” Its got a picture of a bee on it and all. I shake my head in confusion before he explains how he did this and tells me what the place is about. Next thing you know we’re at this “apiary” place. My dad and sister are there, and his mom and sister are there too. We arrive at the entrance. It’s essentially a sitting spot full of picnic tables. There’s no walls, but there is a ceiling. As we then went up to the ticket booth Tristan handed in the ticket, and the lady at the booth gives him back 6 wrist bands. One for each of us. Before you know it we’re already inside the actual building. They’ve got art installations everywhere. As we’re looking at them, or doing them, he then hands me something. It’s a silvery, sparkly, origami hibiscus flower. This is very symbolic to me for so many reasons. As we continued to make our way through the living museum, we eventually found ourselves all together by the entrance. So, we went back outside. After all, we were all actually carrying quite a bit. With that being said we placed all the stuff we had on one of the picnic tables. After organizing it, most of us then went back inside. Someone had to watch our stuff. After doing a few more of the art installations, Tristan and I both decided to head to the outside areas behind the museum where they had one last installation we wanted to try. It was actually a running and swimming course. As we looked out onto the waters of the lake in front of us, Tristan told me that he liked lakes. So, I told him that we’d go adventure to all of them then. Next thing I know we’re swimming in the water of the lake in the course. Following the plastic path guides though, it leads right back to land. So, now we’re running barefoot... until the path leads back to water again. Something weird happens though as I try to step into the water. Instead, I’m now walking on it. I’m also now racing this one other guy in front of me who’s swimming. With Tristan’s cheering in the background, I sprint past the guy. Up ahead of me is then these two girls. They’ve almost made it across the lake via swimming, and we’re about to step foot onto the land of the other side. Still sprinting I tried to catch up to them. I never did though. They made it to the land, and across the finish line before I did. It’s ok though. As long as Tristan’s cheering for me I’ve got everything I want. Later, as we’re back at our table by the entrance, Tristan and I place a few more things down by our piles on the table. It’s just covered in all the art we’ve collected. One pile that’s just Tristan and I’s is just a few paintings we collected. Meanwhile, the other pile is a bunch of cute trinkets. I remember precisely placing down a piece of smooth yet unrefined piece of jade in the pile. It had something cute carved into it like a cross. Eventually, when everyone was finished, and was all back, we gathered around the table and sat. As everyone talked for a while I felt a bit tiered. So, closing my eyes I rested my head on Tristan’s shoulder. I then came to the realization that I’d actually been acting a bit weird around him the whole time, but he didn’t seem to mind. I could be my true self around him. Regardless, the time came for us to leave, and that’s when the dream ended.