Missed Class

This is a recurring dream I have.  I'll be at school, toward the end of the semester, and realize that I have not gone to a required class the entire semester.  I start freaking out, wondering if there's any way I can make up all the work and cram for the final exam that starts in ten minutes.  It's futile.  I even go to the final, hoping I can guess a few right answers.  I get so anxious in these dreams.

Trouble in Paradise

I was in Hawaii with Jenn, visiting my parents at their place in a high-rise apartment building. We were at the monorail station when we noticed a plane flying awkwardly over the airport. Everyone around us was transfixed on this erratically flying plane. It soon made a nose dive for the airport and erupted in a huge fireball on the runway. We saw a few more planes in the air following it with a familiar insignia on their wings: Nazis.

We quickly rushed into my parents' apartment where my dad presented me with a collection of old currency worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. He wanted Jenn and I to have it. We left the apartment, got in their boat, and headed to the north side of the island.

The north was calm, peaceful, and without knowledge of the recent attack. We enjoyed for a moment what we knew was a peace we would never experience again. I said goodbye to my family, got off the boat, and headed toward the south side of the island, to engage the aggressor who dared invade our home.

The Cruise

I was on a very small cruise ship in San Francisco Bay at dusk. The sun glistened off the water and I went down to a lower level which was open to the water. I could see as we passed other ships in the water and submarines that just barely broke above the surface. As we picked up speed, the water at the edge of the platform I was standing on churned. I stuffed the rest of my peanut butter and jelly sandwich into my mouth and moved to a safer level.

We made our way up a tiny inlet and I noticed a water ambulance racing past us in the opposite direction. We moored in a small bay where we were supposed to play games. I noticed, however, that there were many people digging furiously as if looking for something buried underneath the sand. I soon found out that they were searching for a missing girl.

We joined the search, and she was found by a member of our party. My friend pulled her out of the sand by her foot, she must have been 13 and had a pretty face reminiscent of a character in a Tim Burton film. I unfolded her twisted body and noticed she still had a pulse. She opened her eyes and spoke, "Thank goodness I can move my legs. Thank goodness I can move my arms. There wasn't much air down there."

She was curiously calm. I had no idea how long she had been under the sand. I was glad she was alive, because I didn't want to have to perform CPR on a corpse.

The Owl Jacket

Looking out my kitchen window, I noticed an owl, perched on a branch and peeking inside. I went to the door to see if I could get close enough to pet the owl. It was very interested in me, and immediately landed on my arm. It then changed into a jacket that I could wear. The jacket was still the owl, and the owl was still alive, but now in jacket form. It was extremely soft and cozy.

Later, I found myself at the mall with my new owl coat. I noticed a little kid pointing at me and wanted to show him that it was actually a live owl in the shape of a coat. His mom was there, though, and I thought it might freak her out.

A Nazi named Solomon

I emerged from the crawlspace that led to the roof with my companion. There was already a slight tension in the air and we had not even begun to talk. Besides the differences in basic personality, there was another key thing that created an awkward divide between us. He was a Nazi. And his name, ironically, was Solomon.

He was your stereotypical aryan- golden hair, sky-blue eyes. Additionally, he was tall and well built. We were traveling along rooftops, to where I don't know. A light rain began to fall- so light that it could hardly be called rain. The clouds were backlit by a sun that sat low on the horizon.

"I want to enjoy peace," I said, finally breaking the tension and addressing the elephant in the room.

"What peace?" he responded, "There is no peace in the world. There is war and strife. What peace?"

I was taken aback by his question. I was not naive. I was well aware of the state of the world.

"Succumbing to war is not the same as acknowledging war," I said, "I want to be an agent of peace rather than chaos."

He was silent as we continued walking. I noticed his military uniform- perfectly pressed, cleaned, and fitted. His calf-high, black army boots cracked roof tiles with every step.

He is bred for war, I thought. There is no reaching him.

The Mountain Lion

Jenn and I were camping with Abbey in the mountains. There were only a few other campgrounds around. We were setting up our campsite amongst the evergreens and Abbey started getting restless. I decided to take her for a run to see if she would calm down.

We ran along the trail, going further and further up the mountain. As we turned a blind corner, we saw a mountain lion. Abbey immediately tore after it, and I sensed what was about to happen. I ran after Abbey, but she had already engaged in combat with the lion. I knew she didn't stand a chance.

I ran to them as fast as I could, and tore the head off of the mountain lion's shoulders, but I was too late. Abbey was already in pieces, and I was devastated. I tried putting her back together, in hopes that the pieces would become a whole again, and somehow come back to life. My attempts were fruitless.

Dirty Rat

I was eating something. Some unidentifiable tasty matter. I noticed a rat approaching me. The rat was dirty, ugly, and definitely starving. It communicated to me how hungry it was, and asked for some of what I was eating. I gave it some of my meal. The rat told me how gross it was and asked if I had anything else. I was pretty put off.