Can I tell you about the dream I had last night? I know it’s a little off-topic, but really. It’s interesting! And very aesthetic.
You know what? I don’t need your permission because this is my blog, and you won’t be reading it until after I am done writing it, anyway. Winning!
So. We were here at Agnes. All of us. Some of us (well, a lot of us!) were performing in a tribute dance for Michael Jackson- more specifically- Thriller. Almost every girl on campus was dressing up as a zombie for the parade, and Phoebe Perry had taught all of them the appropriate dance. Anyway, a friend of mine in the dream, a girl I’ve never seen before in real life, comes to walk next to me and let me know that she isn’t participating either, so we could hang out and watch everyone else (My dancing is so bad I don’t even do it in my dreams. How sad.) dance down the streets of Decatur. She was in a white dress. That was very distinct. Long, curly hair. Bright blue-green eyes. White, white teeth.
Then it started to rain. She and I (the mystery girl, that is) walked alongside the parade, getting pelted with giant masses of water. The show went on, though. And then! Suddenly, the dancers all began to turn toward us with a deprived, hungry look in their eyes. We raced to a van to find it magically unlocked, and tumbled into the back unscathed. We locked the doors, and only just in time- the girls had begun to smear their sweaty, peeling faces onto the doors and window of the vehicle.
Weird, right? I thought so, too. But wait! It gets better.
I drove us to DeKalb Medical Center, just down the road from school. I figured there could be no safer place considering the situation we had just come from. We got out and spoke with the nurses and any other staff we could run down. Finally, we got a hold of a security guard who believed our story, and he ushered us to a waiting room to allow us to calm down and for him to contact his boss regarding the issue. Little did we know; he had put us in a quarantine room with the intention of killing us. I watched blue smoke creep in through the air conditioning vent, a sure sign of poisoning. Obviously! So I pried open the doors and grabbed Mystery Girl’s hand and headed for the exit.
And that is the end, folks.
I looked up the colors and main themes to try to find some symbolism and/ or reasoning behind all this. My records are as follows:
- Blue: could mean happy or sad, depending on the context. Wanting to get away from a situation with your clarity intact.
- White: most commonly “a clean-slate.” Hm.
- Dark green: indicates materialism, deciet, and/or difficulties sharing. Also a hm.
- Getting wet from the rain: indicates cleansing from your troubles and problems.
- Zombies attack!: To dream that you are attacked by zombies indicates that you are feeling overwhelmed by forces beyond your control, or you are feeling out of touch.
- Hospital: You need to get back to the flow of everyday life, or you are afraid of losing control of your body.
- School: relates to anxiety about performance and abilities.
So, if I am interpreting this correctly, I want to run away from my problems, all of them, without reprimand, with a clean slate in a new place with a girl who seems innocent but is really out to deceive me and take my money… That sounds like my conscious life, but with zombies. I didn’t need Michael Jackson for that.
I wonder if I could make this dream a painting… ?

THRILLER, ZOMBIES, AND MICHAEL! OH, MY!