Hangman (2003-07-13) - The Dark Side - A Look into the Dream World

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Hangman [7/13/2003]

How bizarre. I must say this is a really weird dream. But in any case, it all started in a "class" of sorts. The classroom was really like a big indoor junkyard because it has a bunch of vehicles and parts lying around. For some reason it felt like I was at Spa Christian School again, but none of it was the same. In reality none of it IS the same. Students sat around and the class was almost over. Two students, a boy and a girl, were sitting inside a truck. I somehow presumed this was my truck or something like that.

The class was dismissed and these two students decided to set the truck on fire and get out. It all burned and after it stopped burning I went over to it and complained how they burnt it in the wrong fashion, because I could have used it if they burnt it a different way.

Well, that was said and done, and I left through a dark entrance unlike the other students. Somehow the scene was different, but it's hard to tell if these scenes went together. I found myself at the bottom of a big dark stairwell of twisting stairs. I naturally went up as it was where I was going, but I started cautiously up the stairs and Chewbacca (wow, his name is in the dictionary) followed me up as my partner in whatever it was I was doing.

Eventually I got up the stairs; Chewbacca was slow and still had a ways to go. So I exited this stairwell, took a short walk through a somewhat wooden hallway and into a big empty wood attic area. It was about the same shape as our garage attic, but the ceiling and walls were all finished with wood, and so was the floor. The room and air looked dusty. It was in here that I found the man I was looking for. We stood toward each other as if we were going to flight. I somehow got him toward the stairwell and I away from there. I took an advance toward him and he went through the doorway (no door though) into the stairwell to escape down the stairs. I laughed to myself as I knew what was about to happen. He went toward the steps and all I saw was a hairy arm swing out and slam him to the other side of the wall. Chewbacca had obviously just gotten up the stairs.

My prisoner was brought out to the attic room with Chewy behind him. For some reason the guy ended up being Mark, an old friend from high school whom I don't hang around with much, but Mysage does. At this point Chewy ended up being SMac. Hey, he does have some long hair now. Who knows? Well, SMac was planning on hanging Mark for some reason. I guess I was in on it too. We went out another entrance (in the middle of the wall to the right if you walked in from the hallway of the other stairwell) into another circular stairwell with a landing on top. There I found James Romanoski (sp?) setting up a rope to hang him. I guess he had his own plans to hang him. The rope was merely a food-sac hanging rope for camping in bear territory. Same gold brown color as the one we used when we went camping not long ago. At this point, my friend Joe Morris was also with us.

I offered to code the scripts to hang Mark, but James said something about not knowing any of that stuff and would rather to it the more manly old way, with HTML rather than coding it with Perl an UTML (don't know what I was thinking there, not quite a real language). So SMac had gone ahead and run part of the rope in some weird messed up way that we didn't like, so we had him stop, and he started undoing what he did. We thought he was still going, but he was really undoing it.

Well, we were all set to hang Mark. I had made some chocolate pudding earlier (don't remember doing that at any point in the dream) and we decided to eat it first so we don't lose our appetite. So we let Mark roam free for a while. We all went down this stairwell, which was like a tower, and left through the bottom entrance. Mark followed us down and hung around at the bottom of the stairwell. We went outside and found the stairwell to be a tower in the middle of a big covered patio picnic area, with little white metal tables and chairs. We ate our pudding and Joe said how it's interesting how "only the good people are left to deal with." I figured he meant we were the only good people left, but I don't know. The dream ended as my mom asked me a question at this point.

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