Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 6/21/2019
By AJacobs
There was a lot of mix between being medieval and Game of Thrones earlier on. I think I recall walking around a stone building with Ned Stark, King Joffrey, and many other people. It ended school-oriented around Prairie Crossing. The main issue was that I didnt do some assignment and was ordered to be beheaded. Then there were five others to be beheaded as well. At first I was extremely upset and so on. Then I fell into a stage of acceptance. I do not believe I was lucid. But I think I had a sense that I would get a do-over somehow. The blame was originally maybe just King Joffrey's and then Mr. Habel's, my teacher. I think it might have been Mrs. Sickle as the assistant teacher. So after falling into compliance and acceptance, I started to question why I was doing this. This was stupid, I would never be able to do anything again, or amend anything. Soon I decided I would run away. At this point the dream was no longer Medieval for the most part, but much more regular modern day. It still was in Prairie Crossing, but the building was a big modern building with lots of glass and staircases. Dr. Fischer was there and I think said something to me as a was scampering about before my beheading was scheduled. I ran out the door and went down the road a bit... Then decided I would go back for my coat. I think I was cold. When I got back, the class had gathered for the execution of me and the five others. It was either announced that we were instead going to take a test, or I just decided I didn't want to run away at that moment with everyone watching. Regardless, we all go outside... and then we take a written test instead of being executed. Thank goodness. Later, I recall having more classes with Mr. Habel. My brother was there as well. We ended up having more dangerous sections in the library. We were learning about some war, and were then reenacting it in the library... But there were no teams, and some of us had swords that I believe were capable of slicing a head clean off if we swung it hard enough. But anyways, we had a play war, running around bookshelves, turning a corner and deciding you were friends, tapping others with the flat end of my sword, making the motion to elbow slam others. We got cuts, scratches, and maybe bruises. There was a little blood. Apparently the people who didn't win historically did in our play-reenactment. I asked Mr. Habel if we could make teams, and continue our alternative history in the future. Finally, there was a section where the class went outside. Again, I think I was being punished. I was to go in "Mo-town," a plane. This was like a giant foam board airplane (this part heavily influenced by the YouTube Channel, Flite Test). There was some kind of backstory but I don't remember it. The backstory seemed to show an airliner, and designing that. But the actual thing I ended up flying was a miniaturized A-10 Warthog. I ended up flying only about twenty feet off the ground when the front part of the aircraft ejected. The cockpit and the nose detached and parachuted briefly to the ground. I believe flying the plane that (someone... maybe I) built, was supposed to be punishment for something, perhaps because it was unsafe. It was not long before I woke up.