People to fall back on ...

Date: 5/15/2021

I was living in some dormitory. About 5 years now. It was warm wood color, everything, and I had my bed with my stuff in the far right corner when you walked in. There were about 7 beds and lots of people I knew. I was ready to hang some bed valences. I hadn't before because the ceiling was so hard you couldn't get a screw or nail through it but this time I was determined. I wanted a pretty bed valance. I wanted a more Gothic thing to look at when I looked up. I managed to get the screws in the ceiling. But suddenly realized it was mush, just soft like the walls of my RL apartment. So soft it was that the screw went to far in and more besides and did some damage. We had a dorm mother, some woman our age who slept in the corner and had her own desk there and kept an eye on us. She said the management just said that if any animals up there came in the whole I made it was my problem. The hole were big now. I kept trying to jurry rig a thing to hang my bed valance. I tried putting a stick up there so the weight would hang off the stick and be dispersed on the sides. But it kept opening. Upon hearing about animals I poked my head up into what was clearly now an attic and called for any animals. I was kinda excited about maybe bats, but it was just a dusty rafters situation. Finally I gave up. It wasn't working. I sulked for a bit. But finally just couldn't handle it. I threw a huge temper tantrum. I trashed the whole room, knocking everything off everything. I pulled out all the clothes from the packs of clothes on a bed by the door, opposite the dorm mother's area. I screamed and yelled in front of all the dorm mates and dorm mother and just made a scene. I declared my old bed, the one holding my stuff NY the door was mine now. After trashing the whole place I got tired and laid down on the old bed and fell asleep. I began to astral project in the dream. I mean the sleeping version of me rolled over in spirit like they say you're supposed to do to astral project and managed to roll along the floor and then rise a bit. It was like I was ready for Ascension. It didn't last long but when I woke up I was on my bed, the one I'd been in for years. The one I wanted my valance above. It was nicely made and the room was empty and clean. I felt silly. But the dorm mother said it was time for a change, more therapy proper in some form of a schedule. And they brought in an old friend. Not sure if she was in the dorm with me or outside it. But she was there, kinda trying to market on my temper tantrum. Said she tried to get a girl - old friend ours not in the dorms -to come visit like I was suddenly in hospital and bring me presents - a girl she wanted to see and make something up with. A redhead I remembered - through her joshing- that people through temper tantrums here all the time. They happens every week. It was normal. I commented I was surprised I had done...that I hadn't blown up like that since the first two years I got here. Practically 5 years. It was normal. Everyone understood. In fact the dorm mother wasn't going to punish me, she was going to give the holiday gift to me today. It was fitting. Today's gift was Halloween themed. A few old ladies came. Religious and churchy. But they were keen to be kind and we had a conversation that made sense. And they brought my own little refrigerator - it might have been for the whole dorm - full of foods and they were gonna teach me how to make a Halloween recipe. It was fully automated, just follow some fancy buttons on the tiny monitor. I didn't really need them but it was nice. But the recipe called for eggs and milk. The little refrigerator was so nice. It looked old fashioned and retro - think 50s- but it was new and modern tech an cute like kawaii Japan stuff. And it was small, personal size, but had so much room. There were rows, like in the grocery, that were stalked in the back of a colder freezer. And pretty white and clear front section, it opened with two doors. Maybe three. And still remained compact. It was perfect. Plus more. It was stocked full of Halloween treats. Toys to open. Stuff to play with. Foods. I loved it. I wasn't even mad they brought a little boy who was getting into everything and had already opened the toys. I asked my friend - I think it was Miranda - to run next door to the room full of refrigerators and grab the almond milk I knew was there. I explained to the old women that I was vegan and couldn't eat anything we made - I think we were making ice cream - because it wasn't vegan. But I could make ice cream from the almond milk. They seemed surprised but interested. I did steal a ghost toy from the boy, who assumed because he opened the toys they were his. I wanted to keep it. I put it in my nightstand.