1) The dream started in high school, where I was taking an Econ class. I was with my friend Andrew from college, who I wish I knew better. I literally only went to class like five times (accurate) and zero times towards the end of the course. Someone told me that the final was actually just participation in a colonial times plantation. So I went to the place, which was similar to my aunt’s farm, and I began working. Of course, I was in my pajamas rather than the actual clothes, and I thought I’d get counted off for that. So after working a bit in the field, I went to the cottage house. This little house looked like something you would not be allowed to go into — like they’d only allow you to see through the windows or whatever. But no, this house actually let you come in and live inside the house. So I go in and look in the closet for clothes, but all that was left was men’s clothing. So I put on the shoes at first, and that’s all. (Still had pajamas on.) Then later, after doing more work, I put a bit more of them colonial era clothing on and decided just to take on the role of a ladylike man on the plantation? So whenever I’m doing a project in real life and I feel like I’m not doing my part right, I get super creative and blow it out of the water. So that’s what I did. Someone came to the land with shotguns and since I was the only “man” woman in the house with all the other people who were portraying women, I yelled at the intruder and said something in a deep voice like “Don’t you ever come back here now, ya hear?!” …. It was hilarious, even in the dream.
When the project was over, I got a B for a grade. Then I went to sit on the school’s/plantation’s back porch (which was suddenly much larger and at the middle school.) I was sitting with Andrew, and my friends Lizzie Kilgore and Michael Brown (both who frequent my dreams because I haven’t seen them in too long.) I told them both I’d take them home: Michael lived (in his real house) two minutes down the road; Lizzie lived in Cartersville? Andrew was just chillin with us for awhile. There may have been someone else there. I don’t remember why we were sitting on the porch but I feel like we were just watching the sun go down or something. Finally it was time we head home, so I went into the plantation house to get my keys. I had put them in a lamp “pocket” (a little drawer under a kerosene lamp) near the sinks. [Don’t ask me what kind of colonial houses have sinks.] Everything made sense at the time - nothing was changing like it might in a dream… the rooms were all very solidified and unmoving. So when I couldn’t find my house keys, I became kind of concerned. I got the “house lady”, the caretaker, to help me look for them. She tried for about five minutes and then said “Well, you’re welcome to stay here for the night!” I slapped her theoretically and said “These are my house keys! That is my way of life! What do you want me to do without them forever!?” The two janitors began “helping” us look… but then after about eight minutes, I overheard one of them joke to the house lady that he had the keys and was going to sell them later. I actually slapped him in the face and said, “Excuse me?! As if I don’t already have enough problems living as a woman in these times. It is finals week, man!! Don’t give me this extra stress.” So finally, I got the keys from him. I went back out on the porch, and my friends were all totally restless and had started walking home already. So I gathered them up and took them the rest of the way.
2) Next, I was in a small room, similar to the colonial house but it was like a hotel room. The backstory is that, in dreamland, we (my family) had gone on vacation with this girl Kayla before - and she had tried to kill us. We were never quite sure why, but it had something to do with her being paid off. Anyway, a few years later, we had for some reason forgiven her, and went on vacation again. We weren’t actually on vacation - this time we were at/near college. So when Kayla began trying to attack us again, I tried pulling out all the stops. I was with my family and one of my brother’s friends. So I held the door closed by my hands AND put my foot on it - I don’t know why my feet had extra strength in the dream for holding doors shut. So Kayla came up and was trying to get into our hotel room, and I was holding that particular door shut. She had a gun and super strength. She was winning. She kept getting the door open about an inch or two then I’d shut it. At one point, I saw that she had someone there with her - explains the extra strength. My bro and his friend were manning the windows and other exits. At one moment she got the gun in, and shot my brother in the eye.
Now this was a very weird moment in the dream. His eye came out, and suddenly there were about 20 eyeballs around him. Some were glassy, they were different eye colors, etc. It was very dream-like, whereas the rest of the dream aesthetically made sense in the moment. My brother just scooped one up and popped it right back in, and we decided he would just have some brain issues for the next couple days.
So I went outside, grabbed Kayla, and began yelling at her - “Why the heck would you shoot my brother in the face?! Why are you trying to kill us? I thought we could trust you and now I’ve learned my lesson.” She said that she really wanted us to be able to trust her, because she liked us all. BUT she also really needed the money for her kids, so our friend Amanda had put her up to it while they were visiting Vegas earlier. Amanda came out as the other friend at that point. I don’t really remember what happened here because I was just yelling at her like “how dare you.”
3) Then, we all suddenly were shaken to the ground. It was like an earthquake was hitting Kennesaw… but it was more like a blast? Something told us to get out and move, since we were at the west end of campus - the side closest to the road (in the dream.) So my brother, dad, sister, my brother’s friend, and I all packed into a van and drove off onto Chastain Road. For some reason, my brother’s injury had transferred to my dad, who was driving. I was in the back seat like “switch places! Blake needs to drive!” (Blake is my brother.) So they stopped the car in the middle of the road and tried to get out to move around. My dad, who had the two-day brain damage, was supposed to move from the driver’s seat to the passanger seat. My brother tried to get from the passenger seat to the back seat and then climb into the drivers seat (because on the left side of the car, there were too many people… if someone got out on that side, they’d be crushed.) But on the right side, Kayla was trying to get into our car… we were like “…no. You’re not welcome with us anymore.” I told my dad to put the E-break on so our car wouldn’t go crazy. When he went to put it up, it was already up - he had never put the emergency break down in the first place, which is why we were going so slowly. Finally, we decided that we didn’t have time to switch places before traffic got worse so I said to my dad “Turn down the E-break and hit the floor!!!”
So we drove fast into the already-forming traffic jam. We had close calls with forks in the road and unexpected medians. After making our way quickly through traffic, we stopped at a Big Lots, which was actually a very large warehouse at this point. We decided it would be our refuge - because several people were already arriving there. We got in a line? Still not even sure why we were in a line. While we were there, I saw my high school friend Eve Beck and her husband, as well as some people from college. Eve told us that they heard that this was indeed the place to go in the chance of emergency. Then people started rumoring that something had landed — not out of the ordinary, since the university is by an airport. However, one guy showed me a text that read,
“It’s the star Nebula. OMFG it landed on our school. It’s like Star Wars but it’s actually happening. That’s what the NASA people are saying. OMG I’m stuck here!”
So I said… Isn’t that the black hole star? Does that mean we’re going to be sucked up forever?!
And that was the end of the dream.