The Dream that I had Today

It was one of the strangest things I have ever seen. I truly didn’t try to dream this dream, but it happened and I’m not entirely sure why. However, I decided to write down this dream as soon as I woke up, because it interested me. Since you’ve read this far, and came this far, to read this story, I assume that this story interests you enough to read further. However, I do warn you, I’ve never been a proper Croacian. My words always match what I say rather than what’s proper. So, let’s begin.

I was in a room that was completely unfamiliar to me, that was dark at night, and that was empty. I was at a type of college, but I’m not entirely sure which. The room’s were far bigger than mine, but the dining room was oddly smaller and fused with the sink of a bathroom.

The next day, I remember being told that I “will be getting a new roommate soon” by the receptionist that I didn’t know. As to which I asked. “Anyone I know?” But the woman never seemed to answer, she ignored the question. She had brunette hair and golden eyes, golden in the way that they were brown.

I went to school to go to classes that I didn’t remember ever signing up for and don’t very much remember except that the room that each of these classes were in was very large and many people attended the classes just like me. Some people seemed to know me, but I didn’t know them at all. However, I talked to them as if I knew them and there was an odd feeling of familiarity about them.

The one thing that I do remember about the classes that I took was that they all pertained to English writing and somewhat to the use of proper English Communication. Three of the teachers were male and two were female. I remember one of the female teachers in particular. She had long thick black hair and glasses. She wore a black and white polka dot skirt with a black shirt, black leggings, and black shoes. She talked in a way that felt very much nasal and had a normal American accent.

Once I got out of those classes, I went home on my skateboard, for in my dream it appeared that I knew the way home on my skateboard. I listened to a lot of loud music that now sounds almost distorted, but didn’t at the time. All of the sidewalks were quite curvy but I didn’t seem to have a hard time navigating them, as though I’d taken this path home thousands of times before. The one thing that was very familiar about the roads was the church. I’d never been to such a church in my whole life, but I knew of it and had been inside of it. Everything about that church was the same, the walls, the front, it’s brick texture, everything.

Something happened when I passed that church. I couldn’t see it happen, I couldn’t hear it, but I felt it, it was a strange shift perhaps in me or in the world itself, but it didn’t knock me off my board. Once the shift was gone, I noticed my surroundings. I was going up a large grassy hill on the sidewalk approaching a street curb.

When I turned my head to the left, the first thing that I realized was that a bus was rolling towards me. I turned on my skateboard to avoid the oncoming bus that skimmed the sidewalk as though it had been derailed. I narrowly avoided the bus as I curved the edge of the sidewalk.

However, just as soon as I avoided that first bus, another bus positioned at the bottom of the hill started to drive through the grass to my current position. I looked at the bus and thought there’s no way that it could possibly hit me. However, just as I thought that, I noticed that the bus was following my position on a course that wouldn’t just graze me but hit me straight on. This bus wasn’t just some drunk driver, this bus was, trying, to hit me.

I skated on my skateboard as fast as I possibly could, and all the busses that I passed by followed my position through sidewalk and even grass. One rolled right to the front side of me and I screeched to a halt. The busses stopped moving as well. As I got off my skateboard and walked up to the entrance of the building that I seemed to remember quite well, but had no recognition of, I started to think that each of those busses in their own way seemed very fated to hit me, but somehow didn’t..

The buildings that I lived in were far larger than any building that I remembered ever living in. After my expedition, I ventured through the multicolored (but mostly black) floor of the apartment building to my room. The floor was very soft and didn’t hurt my feet in the slightest way as though it was carpeted.

The doors of all of the rooms were brown and wooden. They had a golden room number that hung above the large seeing-window.

Anyways, I retired to my dormitory, which was warm dark, but yet somehow vibrant with a brown color. I walked into my room after grabbing myself a snack from the refrigerator, but my room wasn’t much like a room really. My room was a room full of large bunk-beds. I laid my head down on one of the bunk-beds that I assumed and hoped to be mine and started eating the snack. The snack had a creamy and crunchy texture, which I oddly liked, because I as a person don’t much care for things that are both creamy and crunchy at the same time. The snack tasted of both vanilla and banana, but I don’t remember ever seeing what this substance looked like, but it felt cold in my hand like some sort of ice cream.

I laid down in my bed and talked to all of the people approaching their own large bunk-beds, one of which seemed to recognize me. He had brown shaggy hair and blue eyes. He wore a sort of green jumpsuit that had many pockets and black combat boots. He smiled at me and said, “my name is John.”

I smiled back and shook hands with the strange man.

John asked me, “how are you doing on your job search.”

As to which phrase, I ran out of the room to go look for a job. I had almost forgotten that I still needed a job in the dream. I raced through the rooms until I finally managed my way back to the reception desk where the same brunette woman from the beginning of my dream awaited me. She smelled of flowers and steamed clothes. When I asked the woman where I could find a job. She pointed to a room behind me and said. “You should go to the Job Information Center.”

When I turned around to go to the Job Information Center that I suddenly remembered, the woman waved me a goodbye. After I walked into the job information center, I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach.

The rooms appeared to be some sort of mad funhouse with rollercoaster rides, multiple floors, and bounce-around rooms. I wandered through that house for what felt like ages and ages until I finally reached the second floor. The second floor was very dark and was filled with red lamps that lined the side of the walls. I ran past a room that I seemed to remember, but in no way wanted to be a part of. The room that I’m speaking of contained a large brown desk with a type of computer on top.

After running past that room, I remembered when searching for jobs was easy, back when I was working in a library, which was nothing like any of the libraries that I had ever been in, in my life, except the one that I had in high school. In that memory, I worked at a reception desk and stacked books what felt like every afternoon. I stacked books as if it was easy. I remembered this memory from another dream that I had months ago.

Once my mind returned to reality, I walked down the rest of the hall, which felt much more bright white brown and black rather than red. However, when I looked behind me I could tell that the rest of the hall was still very much so, red. Focusing my vision forward, (which was a much easier thing than one could imagine), I turned the corner. In that room, there was a man with a long white beard and a black suit and tie. He looked at me as though he knew me and said. “Have a seat.” When I did, he asked me, “what are you looking for my lad.”

I looked around as though I were for a moment very conspicuous and turned my eyes up towards the large portly man.

“I’m looking for a job.” I said.

“Good,” the man said. “We’ll start looking for one for you in the morning.”

I bowed at the waist upon getting out of the chair and said, “thank you, thank you sir. That would be very much appreciated.”

The man pointed me out the door and told me that I should “rest up in my room.”

I thanked the man again, but as I approached the doorway the man said. “I think we should also have your new roommate arranged by tomorrow.”

I thanked the man once more and returned back to my dark brown and blue room. I’m not entirely sure how I got back to my room, it just sort of happened really.

As I approached my bed, I realized that John was sleeping in the bunk above me. He was already snoring peacefully as I rolled into the blue covers. “Goodnight.” I said rhetorically.

“Goodnight,” John muttered through his snores.

After that I went to sleep… Again.

The next morning, I woke up and washed my hair in what felt like a sort of public bathroom. After I finished, I walked back to the bunk-bed that I was assured was mine. Upon passing by the front of the bunk-bed, I realized that John was gone. Then, I figured that perhaps John was the new roommate that the old man was speaking of, so I went to the kitchen to see if he was there. He wasn’t.

In the kitchen, which had a white and black tiled floor, I made myself a bowl of cereal. After I finished making the bowl of cereal in the room that very much so didn’t feel like the one that I have in real life, I walked into the dining room to eat.

In that room, there was a woman that appeared to be about my age. I hesitated to say anything for a bit, for, she didn’t seem to notice me.

When I walked a bit closer to the girl she said, “good morning,” as though she knew me.

I looked through her brown hair and pouted my lips. “Who are you?” I asked, walking around her.

She looked at me with a face that didn’t seem quite at all familiar to me at the time. She had brown hair and gray eyes. She had a black skirt and a black and white striped shirt. “You should have a seat before you start asking me such strange questions.”

“Very well.” I said. I walked to the other side of the dark brown (almost black) table, but my path was blocked by some sort of black bar. I ducked under and through the black bar to reach the other side of the table and had a seat in the chair that was positioned there, but I couldn’t help looking around me. The place where I sat felt rather humid and somehow familiar. Pipes stuck out on either side of me on the wall.

I reached out to touch one of the pipes. It resonated with cold, not a freezing cold but a lukewarm cold. The only way that I can truly describe the cold other than that blatantly confusing sentence is like a river at sunset.

I pulled my hand away from the pipe, looked down at the cereal, and started to eat. Then, after a few bites I raised my head to ask her once again who she was, but once my gaze was locked onto her, I couldn’t say a word.

When I looked at the woman’s face, I noticed a few things. The first thing that I noticed was that the table wasn’t where it had been last night and was, in fact, in the bathroom sink part of my dining room. The second thing that I realized was that I was sitting where the bathroom mirror once was and that bar that I passed was the thing that was holding the mirror in place. The mirror was very much so, not there anymore, because it didn’t reflect, not in the way that it normally did anyway. The third thing that I noticed, was that, I recognized the girl that was in front of me. It was her. Her eyes were like electricity, ice, steel, and a mirror, all at the same time. Her face was pale except for the freckles that lined her cheeks. I felt a sinking feeling appear in my stomach that very much disgusted me and I felt a chill creep into my heart.

The woman looked at me and half of her pink lips curled up into a smile. “My name’s Ecrion.” She said.

Both of the feelings that I got from looking at her increased ten-fold when she said that. She was lying. I recognized the face, of course, but she wasn’t who she said she was. Ecrion doesn’t look like that. I thought.

However, just as much as the woman wasn’t Ecrion, perhaps, in a way, she was. I missed her enough for her to be. If you’re reading this and you know who Ecrion is, then I assume that you must be just as confused by this sentence and description as myself.

Looking at her made a piece of my heart die, but a piece of my soul flutter.

Her sentenced maddened me enough to say, “how did you get in?”

She laughed at this and I watched as her bright teeth filled the lower part of her face. “I’m your new roommate silly.” She continued eating her food that appeared to be some kind of pasta.

I took another bite of my cereal. I didn’t even know that men and women could be roommates, at least not in that kind of way, but then I supposed that they could. I picked up another bite of cereal with my spoon, which I just realized was laid out in front of me before I even entered the room, and shoveled the bite into my mouth. “Did you just get here?”

Her cheeks turned a bright red that was somehow barely visible underneath her pale skin, but only for a second. “I slept next to you last night. Don’t tell me that you don’t remember.”

She was obviously lying again, I'd slept next to no one last night. I felt a lump in my throat and a cringe in my nether parts. I rubbed my pointer finger against my arm and tucked my lips into my mouth. Then, I suddenly remembered something that was very important. “I thought John was my roommate. Where is he anyway?”

She looked to the side and down. “John is your roommate, but I’m your roommate too. All four of us are roommates. “John went to Mighty Mountain. It is the weekend after all you see.”

“Mighty Mountain?” I repeated.

“Yes.” She said as the door behind her opened.

The man that appeared through the door had spiky hair and round glasses. “Hello, Dark.” The man said. Then he saw ‘Ecrion’ and said. “Oh, hey, it’s you. Did you just get back?”

“Yep.” She said, turning to him with a flick of her hair. She raised her fist. “Just got back from Mighty Mountain.”

“What is Mighty Mountain?” I asked.

She laughed and got up from the table. She reached out her hand towards me and I wrapped my fingers throughout hers. “I’ll show you.” She said.

All three of us walked outside, which didn’t look at all like it did last night. There was a large snow-capped mountain in the backdrop towards what my brain assumed to be north. On top of the mountain was engraved Mighty Mountain. A cold breeze blew down from the peak and into my body.

“That’s Mighty Mountain.” The woman said.

The man with the glasses placed his hand on my shoulder and said. “Now let’s get going.”

Then, the three of us started walking towards the mountain.

However, strange as this may seem, this is where the dream ends, I awake from sleep, and rush over to my computer to type all of this down. Now that this dream has ended, I would like to thank anyone who decided to read this nonsense and hope that they too have many splendid dreams as well. Enjoy your reaping as I enjoy mine.