March 26th, 2003

I've been trying to update this section of the site for quite some time now but seeing as how I'm unemployed and have little interaction with the outside world, there's never any new and interesting things that happen to me anymore. Therefore, I have no stories. But finally, I have something worth passing on to you guys... And it happened in a dream. I know there's dream dictionaries out there on the internet and several other tools you can use to interpret dreams so I figured I'd tell you guys my dream and let you all tell me what exactly you think it means. Sound like fun? Maybe for the three people that actually read this. But only maybe. But a word of warning; it's a weird one. But that's usual for me.

It started as most of my dreams did and by that, I mean that I have no idea how it started. It's like some football game ran long and you join a TV show already in progress. That's how mine are. I'm plopped down in the middle of them and try to catch myself up. This dream was in school. High school actually. I don't know why, but I still have a lot of dreams about high school. Read into that what you will. It was PE class and we were playing ping pong. Yes, we use to occasionally play ping pong in PE. Just goes to show you how cool PE was. The coach sent me to another class to pick up some things from another teacher for him as teachers sometimes do since they can't leave the class unattended. So I was on my way in my PE shorts and T-shirt. Don't you just love how you have to change clothes for PE especially when you're doing something as physical as ping pong? Anyway, I picked up the stuff and started on my way back to PE. There were three or four things that I got from this teacher but the only thing I remember was a clip board. I also tossed these things around in the hall on my way back. No reason really. I remember throwing the clipboard up in the air and trying to catch it with my foot. I ended up breaking just about everything I had gotten. I took the stuff to my teacher and went about class again.

An overweight girl wanted to play me in ping pong and so we started. I remember not being very good at it and after just a few turns, the girl said the score was like 10-7. Not possible after just a few "serves" or whatever they're called in ping pong unless there's some crazy scoring system that my subconscious knows and I don't. One of the coaches came over and began telling me what I was doing wrong as if I really cared. But before he could finish, another coach had stopped everyone from playing and told them to gather around. We did and he went on a verbal tirade of how the things I had picked up were broken. I guess this wasn't the same coach that sent me cause he wasn't aware that I was the one who had gone for him. Truthfully, I don't remember who sent me or even the coaches that were running the class. Well, I knew one; Coach Kirkland. I never liked him. So he went off about his broken clip board and everything then let us all go back to playing. Just a few minutes later another coach stopped play and ordered us to gather around. We did and he too went off about the broken stuff. I didn't pay attention though. I started to go back to my table when he finished but everyone stood up and approached him one-by-one telling him that it wasn't them that had gotten the things nor broken them. I thought that maybe he told us to tell him whether or not we knew anything before we went back to playing, I didn't pay attention remember, so I hung around to confess.

When I got to him, I told him it was me. I was responsible for breaking the stuff. Here's where it gets interesting. He started yelling and screaming at me in front of the whole class. It was very embarrassing. The other coaches had gathered around him by this time and sort of egged him on or joined in. I don't really recall. After a few minutes I had had enough and went crazy. I began throwing chairs and knocking over tables. Apparently the setting had changed from gym to classroom cause there were plenty of big objects to throw. I pelted the coaches with chairs and desks in my insanity. I remember one of the coaches being an old man yet I just relentlessly beat him. The coaches started running but I kept on my insane behavior. After a while, I came to and realized what I had just done. I ran out into the less-used halls around the gym area of the school hoping to get free but I couldn't find an exit. It's like the whole school had changed in structure and I didn't know where any exits were. I stayed hidden as well as I could peeking around corners and all that stuff. I had made it back to the gym where it appeared a pep rally or something was taking place now. My dreams are weird about spontaneously changing on me. They were announcing a girls basketball or volleyball team, I can't remember what sport. But I spotted an exit across the gym.

I used the bare halls to sneak around to the area behind the other side of the gym. This being the side of the gym everyone was announced from, it was quite busy. I had to blend in with all the people in the back trying not to be made out as the guy that just went crazy and assualted some people. I was spotted though and a chase ensued. After that I woke up. Yes, pretty crazy. So lets hear some theories. Am I on the edge of sanity? Do I hate authority figures? Have problems with anger management? Tell me. Post on the boards or IM me if you catch me online.