So, I had this dream about four days ago where we were all at school and there was this huge crash, I think it was a ship. It was really sad because there were a lot of deaths. I was in Sanborn’s class (my american gov't teacher), and all of a sudden people started wheeling in garbage bails, like the ones at work, full of dead bodies. Everyone was unaffected by the fact that they were dead bodies. I was in utter horror. Our class’s job was to take a body and to dig it up and use the old organs. I was scared because I was not trained in this and I thought the whole idea of high school students harvesting organs from dead bodies was ridiculous. Everyone was pretty much like, “oh man, I don’t want to do this right now, and I don’t feel like it.” That’s the kind of attitude that everyone had. I started crying and screaming hysterically. Mr. Sanborn was making the “oh come on, it’s not that bad” face. I ran out of the room and ran into the commons. Pretty much the whole school was there practicing on fake bodies (the size of Barbie dolls) for the real thing. They were all complaining because they thought it was gross and they didn’t want to do it. I was getting upset because I did not get a practice and I had to go right ahead and clean out bodies. All of a sudden, a bunch of random people started wheeling in barrel by barrel of dead bodies. People were suddenly calling me “Martin” (the boy at my school that had recently died) I looked to the end of the table, and I saw a ghost. I was freaking out because I had never seen a ghost in human form. He was talking to me and making gestures, and I was talking back. I honestly thought that everyone could see him, because I could see him clearly. Everyone at the table thought I was going nuts because it pretty much looked like I was talking to myself. That’s all I can remember from the dream.
Miss-Meow55 · Thu Apr 12, 2007 @ 08:49pm · 0 Comments |