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... in which I relate a dream.
I didn't realise we were playing basketball. Then I saw him take his shot. For some reason, I'd moved myself out of the way, giving him a perfect line for an easy swoosh! Whatever game I thought we had been playing, the move didn't translate successfully.
Especially seeing as it was the winning basket.
The team walked back along the corridor with Coach Carson and his helper, Miss Williams. We were in the Gallagher Building, on the second floor, in an area that technically doesn't exist, in place of the elevator. Our bags were at the other end of the corridor, just outside G26; no one was allowed to have their bag in any of the science labs - it was too dangerous.
As I leant down to pick up my bag, I was hit with a sudden wave of sickness. It wasn't nausia, just... sickness. Suddenly, the sickness began pouring out of me, just as it had done earlier, though I couldn't tell you where or when. It came out of me in tears and spit and blood, through my eyes and mouth, like I was dry heaving without the dry.
Coach and Miss Williams noticed me, and I could see the fear and worry in their eyes. None the less, they took charge; Miss Williams led me down the stairwell and over to the library, where Sick Bay was.
The Head Librarian was in charge of Sick Bay as well, and he appeared to be closing up. It was a school day, but nearing the end of last period, and I guess he assumed it would be ok to close early. We caught him at the side entrance, warding off a couple of stray students. He let us in thanks to my teacher escort.
Miss Williams and the librarianseemed far too happy for the state I was in. Or had been; I have a feeling I did nearly skip down the stairs from the G2 corridor, and that Miss Williams was confused by it. Assuming that was the case, she may have assumed the worst was over, at least for the time, and been made much happy by that possibility. And I suspect that the librarian was no more exuberant than normal.
I was left in the care of the librarian in Sick Bay, and that is as much as I remember.
So yes, I've taken to writing down my dreams again. I've done it a couple of times before, but I don't usually remember my dreams, and I think it's because I listen to music before I sleep. That is, I don't usually remember them until I stop with the music, have a run of super clear dreams, freak myself out, and start listening to music before I go to sleep again.
This time, I was inspired by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
goblinpaladin's Wordsketches (though I've made no more progress with them since my last endeavour). So, really, my writing down my dreams has become a writing outlet, not just a log.
I didn't realise we were playing basketball. Then I saw him take his shot. For some reason, I'd moved myself out of the way, giving him a perfect line for an easy swoosh! Whatever game I thought we had been playing, the move didn't translate successfully.
Especially seeing as it was the winning basket.
The team walked back along the corridor with Coach Carson and his helper, Miss Williams. We were in the Gallagher Building, on the second floor, in an area that technically doesn't exist, in place of the elevator. Our bags were at the other end of the corridor, just outside G26; no one was allowed to have their bag in any of the science labs - it was too dangerous.
As I leant down to pick up my bag, I was hit with a sudden wave of sickness. It wasn't nausia, just... sickness. Suddenly, the sickness began pouring out of me, just as it had done earlier, though I couldn't tell you where or when. It came out of me in tears and spit and blood, through my eyes and mouth, like I was dry heaving without the dry.
Coach and Miss Williams noticed me, and I could see the fear and worry in their eyes. None the less, they took charge; Miss Williams led me down the stairwell and over to the library, where Sick Bay was.
The Head Librarian was in charge of Sick Bay as well, and he appeared to be closing up. It was a school day, but nearing the end of last period, and I guess he assumed it would be ok to close early. We caught him at the side entrance, warding off a couple of stray students. He let us in thanks to my teacher escort.
Miss Williams and the librarianseemed far too happy for the state I was in. Or had been; I have a feeling I did nearly skip down the stairs from the G2 corridor, and that Miss Williams was confused by it. Assuming that was the case, she may have assumed the worst was over, at least for the time, and been made much happy by that possibility. And I suspect that the librarian was no more exuberant than normal.
I was left in the care of the librarian in Sick Bay, and that is as much as I remember.
So yes, I've taken to writing down my dreams again. I've done it a couple of times before, but I don't usually remember my dreams, and I think it's because I listen to music before I sleep. That is, I don't usually remember them until I stop with the music, have a run of super clear dreams, freak myself out, and start listening to music before I go to sleep again.
This time, I was inspired by
goblinpaladin's Wordsketches (though I've made no more progress with them since my last endeavour). So, really, my writing down my dreams has become a writing outlet, not just a log.Tags:
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