elanya

I told myself to remember to write this down when I got to work, and then forgot until I saw gailmom's dream entry.

I only have bits and pieces left now. There was a part where someone was asking me about the differences between London ON and London UK, and I told them they should ask longpig because she had lived in both (lies).

I have this recurring dream image of being at the bottom of a set of tall escalators with her, in the middle of a brick courtyard in an outdoor urban shopping plaza, with a bunch of luggage. Where it is changes - sometimes it is somewhere in Montreal, last night it was in London. I am always going to visit her, and we are on the way to her place. In my dream last night I remembered this happening in London when I went to visit her, and that was why I said she'd lived there.

Anyway, most of what else I remember about the dream was that I was a guy and was being bullied. It was not very time/space linear - it was partly set in my current bedroom, but with a colour scheme from my last apartment. The space was kind of Tardis-like, in that it fit a lot more people than it should have. There was also a gym, like a highschool gym.

There was something like a Hallowe'en event - something costumed, anyway. My character (the person I was in this dream - I was definitely not myself, and while I empathized with him, I never felt like this was happening to *me*, so there was some helpful emotional distance) started out going to these with very elaborate costumes. But people ignored him, or picked on him, so that he stopped putting in any effort for them. The bullies here were pretty faceless. There was only one person who noticed of said anything - I'm not sure if she was supposed to be a friend or a teacher or some other kind of mentor/authority figure. She was a short brown woman who now that I am away reminds me of a local acquaintance. Anyway, he never told her what was really happening.

Everyone was getting ready for the next dance/party in my room. One of them took... a lighter? I can't remember exactly. And they melted the top of my grey nalgene (which was also my character's - that and the room are the only overlap I recall). He was upset, but trying not to let it get to him - the top was still hot and melty. It was sitting on the craft table in my room, and one of the bullies picked it up. My character nervously told him to be careful because it was hot - partly this was concern that the bully would use it against him, and also partly worried that if something happened to the bully he would get blamed. So - trigger warning feet here - the bully (who was a young blond dude) picked it up, smiling gleefully, picked it up and pressed the melted hot plastic to the underside of his own foot and then started yelling.

My character freaked out, certain he would get in trouble for this and get kicked out of...wherever this was. And then I remember being in the dream plaza again. And then I think the cat woke me up by knocking something over.

Dreams, man.