Dreams! Post weird or interesting dreams you’ve had. I wrote up the dream I had last night that inspired making this thread. It’s not the best writing, I cleaned it up a bit but I wrote it still half asleep before the memory of the dream faded.
I have some sort of science project, want to see a liger and get pictures of it. There is one kept in a pen on the roof of a tech institute roof, so I go in the institute, which is a very tall skyscraper in a city, pretending to be a college student at the institute. I go through an industrial looking warehouse area at the base, and ride a large large car lift elevator to top of building.
I look for a window out to the roof where the liger is, pretending to be an institute college student. A professor doesn’t believe me and says I can look at the liger after the real students have left. There’s a crowd of them at a window in a reception area looking at the liger.
Flip through books full of random Japanese characters, single characters over and over, or long passages of random words arranged like an actual text along with scientific diagrams, but all their labeling text is the same sort of random meaningless words.
The crowd of real students clears and I can finally see the liger looks really weird and long, with grey and black shaggy fur. It is sleeping at first, but it wakes up eventually and its neck keeps stretching, it has three heads/faces on its neck the middle is mostly just a mouth, but the top and bottom look like a lion and tiger. Its huge, fifteen feet tall or better.
It starts freaking out, running around, jumping around, roaring from all three mouths accidentally jumps over the fence at the top of the building and goes over the side, we’re twenty stories up. I comment to mom (she was there the whole time?) that this is not the first time I saw a liger jump of a building, but she doesn’t want to hear about it.
The institute building is also an elementary school, dad is teaching there, but mom had told me on the way dad had died in a traffic accident on Chincoteague. Dad comes in, dad is really tall broad, over six feet tall, and dressed in a strange thick wool jacket like a Russian overcoat. It’s blue and rather shabby but he’s wearing normal clothes underneath. Only mildly surprised that Dad is alive and fine, mom doesn’t seem surprised so I wonder if I imagined her saying it.
Dad asks me to watch his classroom for the rest of the day while he’s in a meeting. I reluctantly agree, dad says it will be fine, so I got to the classroom which despite the rest of the building looking like a modern office the inside of the classroom looks like a typical baby boom era school room, painted cinderblock walls, big windows, rows of old desks.
I spend a few hours trying to keep kids somewhat productive, they were third graders or so, not really sure. It’s a bit rowdy but no one gets hurt. There’s a little black girl with big fluffy hair, pink overall shorts white tee-shirt and sneakers that seems a bit more mature and responsible who helps me and tells me what they’re supposed to do and what dad usually does.
At some point I realize I am not wearing pants, only shorts and a button shirt, but no one seems to notice so I just go on with things.
At the end of the day all the kids, there’s about 12 of them all get their things and sit on the couch until the signal to leave.
The lights go out, no one seems to think much except one boy, who is suddenly very frightened. He is scared of the dark even though it’s just the lights off there’s light coming through the windows. The girl tells me that the lights go out for a few minutes before its time to leave every day.
Suddenly there is a sheep in the room, a cute little fluffy sheep with a ribbon and bell around its neck, and the sheep is the boy’s friend. He pets it on the head and starts to feel better. I hear dad behind me saying the boy has a bad home life and befriends animals instead, looking for love in return from them when he doesn’t get it get it at home. Bummer.
I turn to talk to dad, he’s still in the greatcoat and taller and broader than he should be, and he starts lecturing me. “You handled this poorly. There was a lot of noise that we could hear, and We. Were. Sick. Of. It.” When I try to explain I did my best I get told its no excuse and that I failed. I go to angrily retort but the children are starting to file out so I hold my tongue to not argue with my dad in front of a bunch of kids.
Mom is there and we all go back to the big car elevator and back down to the large warehouse space at the bottom. Kids and teachers and institute people are all milling around, looking for their busses or cars I suppose. A woman about my age dressed very professionally, skirt and suit jacket, comes up to me. At this point for some reason I am pushing a shopping cart, and she leans against the front of the shopping cart as she talks to me. She tells me we have an emergency planning meeting; all the teachers have to go. I try to explain I am not a teacher but she insists and pulls me along back to another elevator. As we go up the elevator I woke up.