Dream Journal

Now in college, I’ve had an intention to apologize to Jeff for the immature things we did to each other in high school. The dream:

I see Jeff in the lunchroom and want to apologize. But we have a fight long before I can. Immature. Teasing. I refuse to take any shit and bust his art and hide his tray. He does shit, too. Way immature. So I chase him through the rainy streets. Eventually we end up at his house. I chase him around the yard to this big tree. I chase him up the tree and find this crazy miniature house. There’s a bunch of bright-eyed beautiful little people there. I’m sprawled out on a branch, looking at them with amazement, tears of disbelief and joy in my eyes. Jeff: “I wanted you to know for so long.” One of the tiny folk looking at me says “I knew he’d be a good one”. We are MONKEY and they are KIN, MONKIN. . . . I ask how they get here, “from another world?” “No”, says one. There was a philosopher of theirs who wrote through a MONKIN (one of us big folk) named: . . . GRIM. . . . He wrote something on magic or some such.

I was in love with the dear creatures. Relatives of TINK, I thought. Soon they went on to other things and Jeff and I swung on the branches. I was afraid my branch would break, but Jeff said it was protected by magic. Then we went to the bottom and I noticed a dark face in the wood. Jeff told me to begin scratching at the bark of the tree to protect it. I did and rubbed off all this shreddy bark. Then Jeff started scratching on his brown shirt and underneath was a blue, green, and red shirt like it. I scratched the back of my pants (jeans material) to reveal new clothes, but I continued all the way up to my head and under my hair was this long, silver-white hair. I felt it was a sign of wisdom, something special that doesn’t happen to everyone. Jeff’s mom came out and asked what we were doing, but her presence didn’t stop my transformation. I take Jeff aside to tell him: “Long before any of this, I had an intention to say something to you.” (to apologize) I awaken before I can.

I awaken 3.5 hours into sleep at 6:30 AM. The window is open, and there is morning light.