Witch Hunt at Cardinal Spellman

Date: 11/8/2019

Olivia threw mic at me from onstage so I could talk to her idk bc she recognized me and I recognized her. I don’t exactly remember an outbreak, how or what made the teachers and faculty start hunting down the different students, and I can’t remember a widespread panic, because it was mostly like a person was taken or they caught someone and when that person was taken, their friends were either there or saw the teacher taking a student away, then the information was spread across the school. I’m sure Olivia was taken, as she was probably the one who started to riot or something, but other than that I don’t have many definite victims. There was this one boy who had been caught with his partner in a classroom and was consequently locked in a room by himself, his pants still halfway down. I don’t know if his partner was taken, probably, but if so this kid did not seem to care. He was angered, embarrassed, and scared. I remember the room, I remember seeing it through his eyes and from a god-like perspective. There were white tiles and a toilet and a sink. I wasn’t sure what bathroom in a school would look like this, but this was around the time when it stopped becoming Cardinal Spellman and started becoming a mystical castle prison for the people they caught. Of course, they were still students so it retained the elements of normalcy, like the classic blight that plagues all students when they get detained by school faculty: the calling of the parents. And in this special case, all of the victims would have their parents called, and those who hadn’t told their parents, would be outed. And for this white teenage male, the thought terrified him. I was in his mind. I heard his thoughts. He was panicking. I heard him mull over the situation and his options. They’d keep him in there all day and wouldn’t let him out til he sounded crazy, which would be when they get his parents. They’d out him to his parents, and I heard him say he wouldn’t be able to handle that, which is when he started considering killing himself. For me, still me but in his mind and also looking back, I was petrified that I was going to watch this poor young man kill himself. I wasn’t even thinking right because I was legit thinking he’d do it with a razor, which wouldn’t make any sense because 1. His pockets were empty thanks to his captors 2. The prison bathroom he was locked in was bare with nothing other than a toilet and sink. There wasn’t even a towel with which to strangle himself. But the threat of suicide was still there, he could have drowned himself in the sink of toilet, and I was terrified. This poor guy was legitimately afraid and I as both him and a powerless onlooker could do nothing if he chose that route. And I don’t think I’d be very happy watching a boy kill himself in my dream. Maybe a razor would have appeared and I DO NOT need to see that, especially after I forced myself to watch the end of 13 reasons why. Anyway, I think my subconscious took over and I switched back to my POV almost instantaneously. I was walking with a girl and we were rounding a colorful wall (street art) and we were talking. In the light of all of the “abductions” that we’re happening in this witch hunt/ purge of our school, we were both a little on edge. I was still closeted, and only my closest friends knew. I’m not sure if that girl knew or not, but I think she herself was straight, again can’t remember that part. So we were talking about stuff, probably the hunt but I didn’t once mention my own luckiness because obviously, that would imply I’m the same as the victims of the hunt. And in the midst of the conversation I turned to corner to see this woman, a faculty member, leaning against the other wall. I played it cool and continued to conversation normally as if her presence wasn’t somewhat frightening to me. She didn’t say anything to us, just stared, and we went on our way. It’s all fuzzy there but I know that soon after we walked on, while still in my sight line, the woman took away another teenage girl. I exhaled knowing I was safe, for now. There was a dungeon and underground tunnels far beneath the school and suddenly I was there with the girl I was talking to earlier in the dream If I was to try and interpret this dream, I’d say this: In this dream the theme of fight or flight was very strong. . Fight, be open about who you are and defending yourself, don’t let yourself get taken of silenced, and flight, being closeted and hiding and running and avoiding the confrontation. In this dream I was in the flight category. Olivia was in fight. The boy who’s POV I saw was in the flight. I don’t think he knew it was happening to the entire school, because his first thoughts after his imprisonment weren’t concern for his lover, they were about his parents and himself, he had no idea this was a school wide phenomena. He thought he was being targeted and wanted to end the suffering. Now in this dream I was never taken, but I think my person irl is very close to the dream version of me. I was closeted and because I didn’t have many friends I wasn’t in groups with any taken students. I kept my shit to myself unlike the others. And I think the message or warning to me can be applied to present day and in the future for the duration of my time at Cardinal Spellman: KEEP YOUR 🏳️‍🌈 TO