aka: ben / lite / krepes
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Guys, I'm sorry but. There was another dream.
This too involved a school, but it was a school of math and death. Not even kidding, those were its central attributes. It was established in this crap-sack, almost Matilda-esque world, that had an unrelenting dusk motif. All light was orangish, and everything was mostly swallowed in black. In this distinctly awful world, seasons (much like in game of thrones) could last decades, but it wasn't so much about winter and fall and such. The focus in this dream was that a generation long summer had finally breathed its last not long ago, and now school was in, and it would remain so for a long, long time.
So the specifics first manifest themselves as this young, blond-haired boy, probably about 10 or so, who's spinning a coin in boredom on top of this metal disk in the floor of the school's gym. The gym, of course, is mostly veiled in shadow. The boy has a candle sitting next to him. He's my bunkmate and only friend. I'm also 10. The disk has what appear to be x and y axes and several parabolas wrought into the metal. This school had a thing for parabolas. Anyway, he accidentally set the coin on just the right course to unlock the iron portal, which apparently led into the school's foundation: both its physical one, and its temporal one. It led back to the events of this dark school's founding. I wish I could tell you what those were.
The moment the portal was open, some sort of alarm was raised in the school, and rather than jumping in and stopping this horrible institution of ennui and unending suffering, we were forced to run. A school security guard had begun to approach us. From the neck down, it was a man in business slacks and a button down. From above the collar, it had only a black, scythe, beak-like shape for a head. Also, it just walked down the gym wall on two feet, out of the darkness above, like a man might normally walk, just at a perfect 90 degree angle. Needless to say, we bolted for the other edge of that gym, pushed through the doors, and out into the schoolyard/parking lot.
The orange light, however sickly, was blinding, and we only narrowly managed to stagger into one of the school buses (they were somewhere between normal buses and ancient machines of war) and try to drive away. We pulled onto what seemed like this endless road, and the sun seemed to be setting/dying directly ahead of us, and the orange light was everywhere, and then that black, flat, sickle-like head peered down from the roof, into the windshield, and there was a shattering of glass and it was heavily implied that me and the other kid both died.
At some point, though, I came back to awareness as some sort of ghost, and helped these others kids (days, months, years, generations?) later on to find just the right parabolic motion to use on the plate to open it again, and they got in, and the dream ended, with me praying and longing for an endless summer.
I feel like my subconscious is trying to tell me something about the school year starting.