A dream from a while ago

[elaby]

I had a really vivid, interesting dream a while ago, and I keep
forgetting to write it down. It was when I was at camp with caitirin, so
that was about a week ago.

My
fiction teacher says that other people's dreams are impossible to
listen to. I think that's shit. I love listening to other people's
dreams when they're interesting and not just "whoa, I dreamed I was
going to the store last night, but I bought cream instead of milk". And
since I had a rather horrific nightmare on Friday night that my father
sliced his own head off and I had to pick it up in a bowl and take it
out to the herse in my front yard (yay, how many of my phobias does
that cover?) I thought I'd share this one, which was much cooler.


The
main character of this dream was a skinny Goth punk boy with very long
black hair. He was in a theatre production at the beginning of it,
trying to learn lines, and he had his lines on a sheet of magnetic
rubber, like those refridgerator-magnet poetry. He was walking through
a mall and he went into a Hot Topic-like store and went into the
bathroom to learn his lines in private. When he left the bathroom, he
forgot his magnetic script.

Out in the mall, he was walking past
a t-shirt kiosk when he saw this huge, knarled tree rising up out of
the tiles in the floor. It had dark, shiny leaves and light was coming
through it. He had an apple, inexplicably, and he tossed the apple up
into the tree and it stuck in a branch. Then he saw another apple,
which was red and sort of brushed with a gold sheen. He reached up and
picked it. When he bit into it, gold juice ran all down his face and
shirt, and it solidified into real glittering gold the moment it dried.
Eating the apple had given him the power to heal people.

He
remembered that he left his script in the bathroom in the Goth store,
but when he went in, all of the energetic teeny-goth sales people had
turned into these large, lumbering, intimidating
beat-you-to-a-bloody-pulp punk types. He scurried into the bathroom and
grabbed his magnets.

Then he was walking through the parking lot
in front of Market Basket (the one in Newington), with someone else. He
looked over toward Panera Bread and saw one of his friends, a blond,
curly-haired boy who was with his father, and the main boy was somehow
resentful and jealous of them right then. Then, he saw that all the
people in the parking lot had some kind of plague. He was about to go
to heal them, when one woman pushed her little girl away from him. The
girl had words on her shirt, and they said what she was saying. He
realized then that eating the apple had given him the power to heal
people temporarily, but now that it wore off, whoever he touched would
instantly die.

And that was it.


~elaby

P.S. As
I listen to her on the phone, talking about how her parents' boarder
doesn't have to give up the room that used to be caitirin's when she goes
home to visit for Chrismas, that caitirin is an extremely mature
individual. Most people would throw an absolute fit if they didn't get
their room back.