Dream Log Archive

Category: My High School

  • April 22, 2020

    (bus rides / support group / sex event escape)

    I’m being transported along with others on a set of buses—several yellow school buses and one small nine-seat shuttle. I’m on the shuttle, which is completely full, while the other buses are less crowded.

    On the way there, I sit near the front, but on the return trip I sit in the back. At one point on the return, I’m the only passenger left, and I chat with the driver as we pass Neighbor J’s house.

    I’m in Hometown Center, working at a company on the third floor of my high school’s math building. The job feels boring, maybe something like accounting, and my desk space is small.

    HS Friend A works at a McDonald’s nearby. I stop by with a friend during lunch and try to get her to come with us, but she says she can’t because her boss would fire her if he found out. We still talk briefly outside.

    I go to a small studio for a group conversation. We sit in a circle of chairs and talk—it feels like a support group setting, but not centered on any specific issue.

    A boy shares a memory from childhood where he tried to look openly at gay things, but his mother redirected him, telling him that “normal” people looked at cute fuzzy animal characters when they liked things like that. He grows up to become a major voice in furry forums, with his mother continuing to help him hide things from his father.

    Later, there’s a nighttime event on the floor of my high school science building. People are bringing in pairs for some kind of tribal-like hate-sex. The first pair is two drag queens, who are also sex workers. I don’t stay till the end, leaving a bit early to head back to work.

    When I go back toward work, the bosses are in a meeting and have taken over the office space, forcing everyone else into the hallway. I decide to leave instead.

    Downstairs, I find Language School Classmate A, who is a popular child actress. She asks where we are, and I realize she is supposed to be next in the hate-sex show but hasn’t been told about the event.

    I decide to protect her and take her home. We manage to get out of the high school building before we start being chased. I pick her up to run faster, but my limbs feel slow and uncoordinated. I end up pushing myself forward using both my arms and legs, almost crawling, trying to get her to safety.

  • April 21, 2020

    (classroom / investigation / rescue on snow islands)

    I’m in a middle school classroom set up like my high school math class. The windows face northeast, with the door opposite on the southwest side of the room. The blackboard stretches across the north side of the room, with the teacher’s desk in the corner by the wall connecting to the door.

    I sit in the middle-back of the room, but close enough to get light from the windows hitting my desk. It’s bright and spacious. We’re turning in an assignment and then getting ready to watch a movie.

    I see a coworker friend of mine—with brown hair in a ponytail—get kidnapped. I follow them back to the hideout but don’t want the kidnapper to know I’ve found it, so I circle around town for a while.

    The city is laid out in a circle around a large rotary, with a downtown area on one side, the hideout branching off on the other, and a business district in between.

    I meet up with coworkers for lunch and pretend I’ve been with them the whole time, since the kidnapper is nearby and I need to keep a low profile. While I’m there, two more coworkers are taken, along with three other people I know.

    I gather a group to rescue them.

    We enter through a place that looks like the entrance to a concert hall or zoo, with gates set up for long lines of people. Inside, it opens into a snowy landscape.

    We’re on a snow-covered island, with a large hill on one side and the ocean on the other. There are two caves on either side.

    We find people frozen in the hill, already too late to save. I jump up and look over the tops of the caves and see the kidnapped people gathered above.

    I tell them they’ll freeze from the wind since no one is dressed for the cold and urge them to come down into the caves. One by one, they make their way over and drop down. We pile up snow at the cave entrances to block the wind.

    We realize this is part of an archipelago—there are three other islands: another snowy mountain, a town, and one where the kidnapper is based.

    Later, we hold a large event with the rescued people. Many of them are genderfluid. There’s a stage where they dance and rave to music, the atmosphere energetic and celebratory. There’s also a somewhat sexual atmosphere to the party.

  • February 20, 2020

    (friend’s house / awkward family moment / celebrity visit)

    I’m at College Friend J’s house, which has the same layout as my apartment but wider. We’re sitting on opposite sides of the couch watching Hannibal. College Friend J keeps trying to catch his cat.

    I want to move closer to him but don’t want to seem clingy. I slowly shift over until my head is resting near his legs. He looks at me strangely, then tells me to scoot over and lets me lean on his shoulder.

    His mom comes in and out of the room, and before she leaves, she tells him to do the dishes. After a while, I remind him, and we go to the kitchen. He washes while I help put the dishes away.

    Outside, near the front door where the car is parked, College Friend J’s dad, mom, sister, and a transitioning person are standing. His mom doesn’t seem to trust the transitioning person. We make inside jokes about her behavior based on the show Hannibal.

    Something bad happens, and his mom immediately looks at the transitioning person and insists she knows they don’t have top surgery done.

    I’m in a school classroom. A visiting musician comes in. He’s short, almost dwarfish. He plays a couple of strings on a guitar and tries to make jokes while talking about where he’s been and where he’s from, but his talk isn’t very put together. He says he’s from Scotland.

    The jokes don’t land well, and many students become disillusioned, though some still go up for autographs. One girl has lined paper folded into four sections, filled with celebrity signatures.

    There’s a flashback to Catherine Tate signing something. She says her signature doesn’t look as good as another celebrity’s, possibly Hugh Jackman’s.

    I go up to the girl with the signatures and ask what it’s like to meet celebrities. She says most of her experiences are short and she doesn’t get much time to talk. I say it’s been the same for me in Japan.

    There’s some kind of raffle, and people receive a lot of perishable goods and share them around. One item is a kind of gel mochi with something inside.