I've been having a lot of weird dreams again lately. Here's the one from last night:
I had moved to this ghetto-ish part of a city well off from the main road (which was amazing). The neighborhood was all apartment buildings and a run-down school nearby, and what looked like the city dump only really tiny and it didn't smell like garbage. Mum was driving grandpa and I to our new apartment and I was super aggravated because mum kept "exploring" the other neighborhoods, including a trailer park that looked a lot nicer than the part of town we lived in. They even had a mini-golf course. I was always sunny in that place. Always nighttime on the main road (showing all the spectacular lights), and always cloudy and looking about ready for a storm where we lived.
Always. I remember being at the school, which one of the walls of the gym (which wasn't used as a gym but as a lecture hall) was torn down. There was a dance or something that evening. A lot of us kids were walking around near that "dump" and watching random fires erupt and go out. I had a flash of an image of a cover of a book where a young girl running into one of the fires. That evening while everyone else was at the gathering at the school, I was running around, out of breath, trying to save everyone's sweaters and coats because the building was on fire. They all started panicking and trying to run out the two doors into the hallway, few running through the huge gaping hole in the side of the building. I was running towards that "dump", then I was back in the gym grabbing the last few coats. A girl yelled at me, and then I remembered the book and yelled back "What about the book?! The girl was running into the fires". Next I knew I was just standing on the campus, no fires, no people, just me in the dark, cloudy night. I was scared, but more so, happy. I was at peace for some reason.
Here's where it starts getting weirder. It was brighter than it had ever been in the neighborhood, though still cloudy as usual. I was to get married that day. Of course, I assumed it would be to Harleigh (this is also where I start having people I know in my dream). Feeling really nervous, and happy, I couldn't stop crying for what seemed like forever. The tears were just flowing out of me like rivers. The wedding was in a tent out in the backyard, which was much much much bigger than usual, rather than a church. My mother, best friend, and I were standing at the "altar" and they were prepping me, trying to get me to stop crying. Then we walked to the back of the tent where I saw my ex, Mark, and some other people who I know I knew but I couldn't tell who they were. I think my Godfather was there. Next I knew, I was walking back into the tent, this time for the real deal. My best friend kissed my cheek then I was standing there, in front of my groom. Not Harleigh. It was this boy who I knew, but couldn't put the name to the face. He had a large head, red hair, and glasses. Now, I was crying because I was upset, depressed that it wasn't the man I had fallen in love with. My left leg kept giving out and I had kept falling onto my knee. We had to sit in chairs for the rest of ceremony. He had written his own vows, which made me cry yet again because that's so romantic in my eyes. They were beautiful, as if he really loved me, though I don't remember even talking to this boy. As much as I wanted to not marry him, I didn't stop. My mother was there crying away and taking pictures like no tomorrow. Even Harleigh's mum was there, happy for me. Next I know, I'm standing on a balcony from one of the apartments looking for Harleigh, calling out his name, asking everyone where he was. No one even knew who he was or what I was carrying on about. I was a wreck. The crowd completely changed now, it was all black people (I'm not racist). I found my first boyfriend's father and desperately asked him if HE knew where Harleigh was. He just looked at me like I was insane. I saw Ricky then, for the first time in years. I was heartbroken, still in my wedding dress, I started walking down the street, towards the main road of the city.
Now in regular clothes (no time between this and my walking down the street btw), I was standing beside a van, a dry-cleaners van. My cell phone started ringing, and it was like the first cell phone too, and I answered. It was Hillary Clinton (she didn't say that, I just knew) asking me to pick up her dry cleaning. I said sure without hesitating or asking questions. I looked at the van, hopped in. There were only two bundles of clothes, and I knew right away which was the one I were to pick up. The driver was crazy! Not lunatic, put him in the hospital crazy, but loud, obnoxious, Billy Mays crazy. We were on the main road somehow and I kept asking him to bring me back home and I could try to pay him for the clothing (42 quarters). I kept telling him to take a turn here, and there, but it was never the right one. I had no idea how to get home. We ended up back in the trailer park and the van was up on the golf course. I ran away with the clothes and fast as I could. I ended up on the right street, and I was running, as fast as a car back home. He caught up to me by teleporting or something. There was a cylinder on the powerline and he just used that to slide down towards me. I remember going by lots of houses that tried to look nice but couldn't cover up that they were in city, not they were ugly to begin with. I remember being out of breath, and scared for my life. I also remember that driver catching up to me, but that's when I woke up.
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