Dream Journal

I’m in a dimly lit Northtown Mall, and it’s filled with kids from my high school. It seemed as if at first there was a class because Meagan was sitting next to me. I asked her out and she said no. She was dating this jock Mike, who I hated, so I made up some rude lies about him. She was shocked and went to chew him out. Meanwhile, I curled up on the floor to fall asleep. Was I about to pass into another dream? It was all dark and still and I felt sleepy. But before long I felt a kick, and then another. It was Mike, waking me up. He asked “What was that all about?” I didn’t know what to say to him, so I apologized.

Then, walking to the center of the mall, I saw Chrissie walking the other way. She said a meek hello and continued on. I turned around and followed her into a book store. I tried to speak but my voice was all raspy, so I left.

I returned to the center of the mall and thought about her. I appeared in this twilight neighborhood near a tilted, window-covered house without any decorations in it (I was likely just seeing through the walls). It was Chrissie’s house. I saw her inside and she eventually saw me and came out. We walked and talked. Then I saw this distant light in the sky, darting about unnaturally and I said “UFO!” I repeated it over and over because it felt as if my mouth was full of crackers and I couldn’t say it. Weird! Twice in one night! Eventually everyone saw it before it darted away.

Then another one appeared. This one ended up coming close and circling around us, darting about with zero regard for gravity and inertia. It was this garish space pod with windows. The windows seemed to be a row of dark mirrors with light dots around the edge. We kept trying to see inside it but it was moving too much.

Somehow it spit out a gift for me that was a list of song names and a CD called “Smeg-something“. Rebecca and I tried to figure it out. It turned out to be a New Year’s gift from Chrissie, who was disappointed that my attention had now turned to Rebecca. I had a hard time reading it, sinking into a single word often, and getting more information through that word. But I could see the list of song names clearly. The problem was that my imagination was going wild reading every single word. Maybe each word was reflecting all the words that I’ve ever seen surrounding it.

References: Northtown was my local mall in Minnesota.