a high school dream
2021-Dec-17, Friday 08:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mellowtiggerI had my 2nd dream of 2021. I'm pretty sure it was a high school. It wasn't my high school, and I don't know why I was there for the open house tour event.
The fear started building in me too, and I woke then. I have no idea what's at the bottom of that slide, but apparently it's not a good way to reach the entrance to the facility. My best guess is that this dream is tied loosely to the "Westworld" series that I've been watching this week on HboMax. The tv show is very well done. Apparently, I'm still thinking about the injustice of forcibly reprogramming people, both hosts and humans.
I was walking through large hallways and even larger rooms, gymnasium-sized stuff. A lot of people were roaming around. It was some kind of open house tour, showing off the new design of the old facility.
I ran into someone I actually know from here in the Twin Cities. He was there with his mother. He looked impossibly young, almost like an actual high school version of himself. I motioned to my head to indicate I noticed his hair was very different. He explained it was a response to something I said to him earlier (I don't know what) that made him unhappy with his former style. I was silently unhappy with myself for cluelessly causing someone distress again without intending to.
We continued roaming the building together. Inside, I asked if the floor was entirely new. It seemed unjustifiably "shiny" or something, like it couldn't possibly have endured (or will endure) the trample of legions of students. We wandered outdoors and walked around the exterior of the building. We came upon a wooden structure. It was at the edge of an area where the ground was built up. One or two stories below us was the door to some entrance for the facility. Getting down there from this point was not straightforward, though.
Some kind of spiral slide was here that granted access down below. The other guy was afraid, apparently claustrophobic, of entering the slide area. He would try it only if I went first. I agreed, hoping to help him past the fear. I unlocked the wooden door and started to climb inside. It began to worry me too. It was much too tight a space for any reasonable slide. And there were gears that I didn't understand their purpose. Why this structure was at the high school begs explanation. It reminded me of some kind of horror device, like a Sweeney Todd slide down to a meat grinder or something. No wonder he didn't want to get inside it.
I ran into someone I actually know from here in the Twin Cities. He was there with his mother. He looked impossibly young, almost like an actual high school version of himself. I motioned to my head to indicate I noticed his hair was very different. He explained it was a response to something I said to him earlier (I don't know what) that made him unhappy with his former style. I was silently unhappy with myself for cluelessly causing someone distress again without intending to.
We continued roaming the building together. Inside, I asked if the floor was entirely new. It seemed unjustifiably "shiny" or something, like it couldn't possibly have endured (or will endure) the trample of legions of students. We wandered outdoors and walked around the exterior of the building. We came upon a wooden structure. It was at the edge of an area where the ground was built up. One or two stories below us was the door to some entrance for the facility. Getting down there from this point was not straightforward, though.
Some kind of spiral slide was here that granted access down below. The other guy was afraid, apparently claustrophobic, of entering the slide area. He would try it only if I went first. I agreed, hoping to help him past the fear. I unlocked the wooden door and started to climb inside. It began to worry me too. It was much too tight a space for any reasonable slide. And there were gears that I didn't understand their purpose. Why this structure was at the high school begs explanation. It reminded me of some kind of horror device, like a Sweeney Todd slide down to a meat grinder or something. No wonder he didn't want to get inside it.
The fear started building in me too, and I woke then. I have no idea what's at the bottom of that slide, but apparently it's not a good way to reach the entrance to the facility. My best guess is that this dream is tied loosely to the "Westworld" series that I've been watching this week on HboMax. The tv show is very well done. Apparently, I'm still thinking about the injustice of forcibly reprogramming people, both hosts and humans.