I see dreams a lot. Almost always.
I went to my college, I’m in a room, first floor, weird things happened there, a man disappearing and then appearing from some other place. My friends/brother are with me. They don’t seem to notice it. The guy talks to another guy about a camera. A big one. The one the Discovery guys might use. (In my head I play the video of a sweaty discovery guy who is in a forest, filming the animals) I always wanted such a camera, so I ask him, how much is it. He says around 624 in some currency I never heard of. Then he asks some other guy about the exchange rate. Comes out to be around 27-30. I was ready to buy even if the exchange rate was 50. My bro and I smile, not saying anything to each other, cos “damn! it’s cheap”. I couldn’t buy it then, I didn’t had the money on me.
About the weird things that happened, I began to look into it. Was going in the rooms there, looking out of windows. My looking around seemed to bother the guy’s manager. He didn’t say anything but just gave me this look. I looked away. Was jumping/moving over a bunch of wooden logs, the kind they might use to make doors. The logs were painted. And I think to myself what are logs doing in the lab. (Suddenly the room is a lab). I tipped on one log at the top. I think maybe they didn’t notice. Anyways, I leave the room. And I hear the manager (who is now a professor) yells at students. I think that he is angry at me but taking it out on the students. I decide to leave.
And now my friends/bro are not with me. As if it was like they were never with me. (Dreams are weird.) Then I go to the parking lot, where I parked my bullet. At this time I realize I’m a regular college student and the memories come to me that I always park there. I go there, don’t find my bike there. I looked again and again. (As if it might appear out of nowhere, wouldn’t that be a “Ahhh there it is” moment…) Then I talk to the guy who collects the parking tickets as people leave. I asked him I got my ticket, but my bike is gone, how could you have let my bike taken away. He chuckles and says, “you know we don’t really check all people”. I say “what’s the point then?”…then he changes his statement, thinking he might get into trouble, says…no we do check them all. I’m thinking to myself, maybe the manager/professor had something to do with it. He seemed pissed at me. Still I keep looking, thinking to myself about insurance and I realize the insurance paper is in the bike. And I go, damn I always knew this might happen, why didn’t I kept the paper at home. Later I realize cos the traffic cops might pull me over and ask for insurance. Nonetheless I should’ve made a photocopy. Now I’m thinking the parking lot guys and the professors, stole my bike, and stole it in parts. Some other guy told me, they sell the parts at a certain shop, you should go check it out. I think, maybe it’s already been done by now, so no point. I’m standing at the door of the parking lot, not knowing what to do. Should I call my folks to pick me up?
Suddenly a bus pulls over, right in front of me, I could see the front of the bus and could see the girls in it. One of them looked at me for about a second, and then looked away. Then the girls started to come out, a girl comes and stands next to me (think she was waiting for her friends to come out), I get a little nervous (I get awkward around girls, specially the good looking ones) she looked at me again (I’m not sure if she was the same girl), I look at her, I’m thinking should I say something, hmm…maybe not, I’ll blow it. I move away, cos I’m little sweaty and she is standing close to me, I wipe my face and the girls move in to the rooms, (suddenly, the parking lot is a house, a simple one, dark cemented floors, it’s kind of dark inside the rooms). I see one of the girl laying on the floor, in a weird pose, maybe stretching, cos she is having lower back pain, cos of the traveling. This other girl, standing close to me, turns her back to me, asks me if her back is okay, I touch it, and tell her, “it seems fine”. (As if I’m the back expert.) I think to myself, “wow I just spoke in English”.
I woke up and I’m glad it was only a dream, I still have my bullet. Think I need to make a photocopy of the insurance paper.
Probably I would delete this post later, thinking it’s stupid.