3-17-08
Emotions: happy, scared, alarmed, confused, panic, embarrassed
A bunch of my friends are here and I’d like to throw a party. However, I’m in high school again and living with my parents. They are already at my house so I tell them we can hang out at the house for a couple of hours until my parents arrive.
After a while, the party grows and I see my parents coming in the front door. I see the shock on their faces and tell them, “Welcome to the party!”
They are not amused but then out of nowhere, an older woman grabs my mother by the hand and leads her to a more subdued, almost tea-party-social type of area. My mother sits at the table with the aristocratic-looking ladies.
I feel I’m set free for the evening and some friends and I go out on my stairwell to smoke marijuana. We set out on a very long set of rooftops and run to the farthest corner. As I catch up with the group, I realize they are panicking and running back. The police are chasing them.
I carefully my hide pipe under a stairwell and run back to the party. I’m yelling into the window that the cops are here and everyone sort of freezes. A cop suddenly grabs me and I’m being carried off. I see them chasing friends of mine. Then I see my fiancé with my baby and tell myself “Its not worth it,” referring to the drugs and partying.
Instead of being taken to a prison its like I’m in a classroom. I’m in a desk along with about fifty other students/prisoners and we are listening to the professor lecture about something.
Suddenly, the professor tells us that a student has something to say and she comes up to the front of the room. She starts some sort of sales pitch trying to sell us something and students from the class start to imitate her and harass her.
She tries to continue for a while but the whole class is laughing. She looks directly at me and I can’t help but have this huge grin on my face. I feel bad because she seems to be a friend from the party but I can’t hold back the smile. Finally, she gives up.
The professor shows us a movie and then it is lunchtime. The class goes ahead of me and I speak to the professor for a moment to try and get some answers about our situation. Then, I set out to find the cafeteria but I don’t know which way to go in the hall.
“Can you tell me which way the Big Kids went,” I ask a woman in the hall.
She points me to the left and soon I’m in the cafeteria with my friends/prisoners. I sit at the table with them and we discuss what we should do… we have court after lunch.
“I think protocol here is to plead guilty,” I say to the group.
They all look at me seriously and some even ask me if I’m sure. Then the professor, who is now Owen Wilson, sits down and talks to the group. He tells two friends that the police are interested in them about something and then he looks to me and tells me that the police want to know if I witnessed a friend who died.
It seems like we’re working out a plea deal if I don’t tell anyone about how the police accidentally killed someone while they were running from them. I pause and think to myself: I’m not going to do that. I think I’m going to prison and it will be bad but at least this whole ordeal will add some character to my life.
Dream Interpretation: Long one I know. Yes, I have been to many parties when I was younger where we did in fact escape from the police. I feel like this dream might have finally killed that party-part of me. “Its not worth it,” I told myself.
