So many feels in this dream...
So I had the craziest, most vivid dream last night and now you're all going to read about it as best as I can convey it to the written word. Their are a couple of different symbols throughout the dream which I believe are key to unlocking the understanding and meaning of the vision. Like all good dreams I became conscious of my surroundings and aware of what I was doing right in the middle of it; maybe 10% into it.
I somehow came to be in possession of a short bus, it was almost like a prison transport bus because there were many doors and metal plated security doors separating the driver from the seating area. I exited the bus with my backpack slung over one shoulder and I looked up at my old High School on top of the hill. It was grandiose and majestic and dramatic and I reckon that I felt very nervous about giving bad news to someone. But who?!
I entered the High School and it was completely quiet; almost as if no one was there on this busy Monday morning (or whatever day it was). It reminded me of a bee hive before it has been stirred up. There was just nothing going on but you know that danger is lurking just around the corner. I made my way to the Principals/administrative office, I don't know why but I just knew that I had a mission and that mission was to speak to her. I made my way into the Principals office and it was a strange, alternate version of Dr. Ruth Westheimer. Accent and all. I told her that I can't teach at this school anymore (new information!) because I was hired by 'the Government' to teach at a school in a far, far away land (hmmm where could that be?).
She reluctantly let me go and I hesitantly asked her if I could have my job back upon my return, she hugged me and said that she has no choice. Of course I could. Upon leaving her office, the hallways were WALL TO WALL students. LITERALLY impassable unless you pushed through. It harkened back to a small section of my Middle School called hip-check-hall where all the students would push and grind through this little area to get to their next class. Anyway, pushing through all of these thousands of students standing around, conversing, screaming, yelling, was extraordinarily difficult. On top of that, unlike my real High School experience, ALL of these students wanted to talk to me. All of them. I was surrounded by people who wanted to get a word in with me. Like I was some kind of celebrity or famous politician who had just passed horrific legislation. It was a mixture of praise and bullying. I got verbally harassed by an old nemesis of mine, but a second later I would turn around 180 degrees and see a girl who was saying 'Heyyyyyyy' (you know the voice), and then I'd turn around again and see my old friends from who-knows-when telling me how happy they are to see me. As if I'd been gone for a long time.
I finally got outside and noticed that I was extremely heavy. It took me a minute to figure out that I had a large case with me. Very heavy and dragging me down on my right side. It had a handle on it and was pretty bulky but I didn't know what was inside. I ran into nearly every bully and asshole that I have ever had to encounter in my life all at the same time outside of the school (as if they were a final boss in a video game). One of them approached me and I told him to get out of my way, I had a plane to catch. He wouldn't budge, so I looked at the case I was holding and swung it at him. It struck him in the face really hard and he went down like a sack of doorknobs; the other bullies cleared the way. It took what felt like forever to get back to the short prison bus and it was only outside of the door of the bus did I finally open the case to reveal an old-fashioned typewriter in perfect, we're talking immaculate condition. I loaded it up onto the bus with my backpack, still slung over my shoulder, and took a look in the back of the bus.
Sitting in the back of the bus was a janitor, a creepy old janitor with teeth missing and no hair, comforting a quiet girl who I had grown up with. He told me to scram and it appeared as though she had been crying. They were just sitting there appearing to be having a deep conversation that I had interrupted. I didn't hesitate; I left the bus (typewriter and all) and walked off into the empty distance.......