I often wonder what it is about my psyche that causes me to return time and again to school in my dreams. I’ve mentioned before that, rather often, I find myself in a math class, miles behind with no idea of what is happening and virtually no way to catch up. I’d venture that one speaks for itself; clearly it’s a sign of stress and/or feelings of failure/hopelessness. But the threat of flunking my math course isn’t always what brings me back to school, and sometimes what does seems completely random and totally meaningless.
Usually when I dream about school the dream starts with me already in the school, or I’m desperately trying (and failing) to find a way to get to school. Last night’s dream, however, began with me arriving to school – college, to be more precise – in my old Hyundai, the first car I owned. I was trying to find a parking space, and it was entirely more complicated than it should have been. For one thing, I somehow accidentally drove off the road completely and a good thirty feet into a patch of lawn before I even noticed what I’d done. While people pointed and snickered I turned myself around and headed for an area that had free parking, but couldn’t find any spaces, so I was forced to the paid parking area. While there I was extremely confused to see that nearly every car had bandanas folded out and draped across the windshields. For the life of me I couldn’t come up with any explanation as to why people would be doing such a thing.
The rest of my time in the school is disjointed, but I can remember a few particular moments:
- walking through the school, looking at all the little shops, coffee places, etc, and thinking that the building was really more of a mall than an educational establishment,
- going to the buffet-style cafeteria and sneaking away with a bunch of food – mostly spaghetti and chocolate bars – without paying for it,
- having positively no clue what day it was, what my schedule was, or what class I was supposed to be going to,
- going to what was supposed to be a Drama course, but when I arrived everyone there was knitting,
- chasing a young boy through the halls – I have no idea why – and losing him around every corner,
- leaving the school and finding that my car had been blocked in by several of the cars with bandanas on their windshields.
The next thing I remember is being at my husband’s family’s house, but not their real-life one. It was a very old, large house, almost a mansion, that was in various states of disrepair. Some rooms looked immaculate, but then you’d turn a corner and there would be entire walls missing. I was in my husband’s bedroom, which was decorated more or less the way you’d imagine a teenage boy’s room to be, and he had a cage which I noticed was empty. Evidently he had a pet hamster, and it had gone missing. Here my viewpoint changed to that of the hamster, and I watched as it ran through walls and floorboards. Eventually it came to the wall outside it’s cage, and it chewed an enormous hole in it – a hundred times the size it needed to actually fit through – before popping into the cage to have some food. When I was in my own head again I examined the enormous hole and realized I could see straight through to my sister-in-law’s bedroom. She was playing on a computer, and when I yelled to her and pointed out the hole she waved it off as though it was the most unimportant thing in the world. My husband didn’t seem particularly upset either, although he was amused when he realized he’d be able to throw things at his sister through the wall, and we began looking around his room for the best projectiles.
At some point I decided that I was going to take a walk through the house, but I decided to do so by climbing into the wall between the two bedrooms. I wandered through the walls and up a steep incline, which brought me out into a large, dark loft area. In this area there was a very strange display. It was a bit like a separate room with one wall cut out so that you could see inside, and it was propped up like a stage. Inside was decorated to look a bit like you might imagine the hold of a pirate’s ship, and there were animatronic characters all around, frozen in their last positions. I approached, and one of the characters – a woman wearing a pirate’s hat – said something. If you paid me a million dollars I couldn’t tell you what it was she said, but I remember being very freaked out. I stepped away, and she said the same thing again, and when I stepped away further she turned and looked at me and said it again. After the third time I screamed and ran for my life. I found my way back to my husband and sputtered out my story, positively terrified.
The next thing I knew, I was back up in front of the animatronics with my husband, sister-in-law, and several other people, including my ex-boyfriend’s parents, for whatever reason. Someone hit a button and the robots began to move about and speak their lines, and I insisted that the pirate lady had said something different when it was just me there alone, but no one believed me. Someone set out chairs, and the whole crew of people sat down to watch what was evidently some kind of show. The robots were reenacting something that had happened in the past, and there was some kind of trick to the show itself… My memory is fuzzy, but there was a puzzle of some kind that they wanted you to solve by watching the show. My husband figured it out – it had something to do with watching the location of a particular treasure chest – and when he did the pirate lady began to speak again – something about how ghosts don’t need money. Everyone else seemed to think it was all just part of the show, but I was completely freaked out, because I was certain we’d just discovered that the entire set-up was haunted.
Any thoughts? Ideas? Concerns? Feel free to share in the comment section below, and also feel free to tell me what you think of dreams in general, what you think their purpose might be, and fell free to share some of your own! Cheers!