I was back in school. 8th grade. Something seemed like home-room. I was in there. Trying to figure out my schedule. There was a test. Had to think outside the box. 72-12 is 60 (inches) was one problem. Very basic. Estimating distance by rulers. I was with others from my class, but it didn't process that they were there and I wasn't alone in having to repeat.
I had let someone borrow baking soda. A teacher. I had been caught once between doors. I get chills, strange, as I write this. It was terrifying (?), and I don't know if it was me. A girl was moving. She lived above me. Going to live with her parents. A neighbor took her for ice cream. One who had a daschund... But not the same guy. The girl gave me gasoline, in a plastic gas-can, and these hair tie things that I thought were hers- that i thought I'd give to my nieces, but found out they were a male neighbors.
My dreams the past two nights have been about people leaving... In ways.
I had let the woman borrow baking soda. My teacher. As I approached her to borrow some of hers, as I was going to use it to thicken peanut butter to caulk a hole as part of a project/thought experiment for the class, she was unresponsive. She had just told me to do it. I kept asking her if I could use the stuff I thought was baking soda. A black dog that seemed familiar wouldn't leave her side. She wouldn't move. I alerted the others. A girl I think. I moved her body- the teachers. She had been hunched over as if she was working on something... Around over a microwave oven. I moved her body, at this point associating her fully with my mother. Her body was lifeless, stiff, cold. Eyes glasses over, but dark. Almost dull like. Skin blue-white. Dead. I screamed, expressing stress with the situation. My mother was dead.
Two screams. I'm pretty sure they were out loud in life. I meant to wake up 4 hours ago. It was 1231.
I had let someone borrow baking soda. A teacher. I had been caught once between doors. I get chills, strange, as I write this. It was terrifying (?), and I don't know if it was me. A girl was moving. She lived above me. Going to live with her parents. A neighbor took her for ice cream. One who had a daschund... But not the same guy. The girl gave me gasoline, in a plastic gas-can, and these hair tie things that I thought were hers- that i thought I'd give to my nieces, but found out they were a male neighbors.
My dreams the past two nights have been about people leaving... In ways.
I had let the woman borrow baking soda. My teacher. As I approached her to borrow some of hers, as I was going to use it to thicken peanut butter to caulk a hole as part of a project/thought experiment for the class, she was unresponsive. She had just told me to do it. I kept asking her if I could use the stuff I thought was baking soda. A black dog that seemed familiar wouldn't leave her side. She wouldn't move. I alerted the others. A girl I think. I moved her body- the teachers. She had been hunched over as if she was working on something... Around over a microwave oven. I moved her body, at this point associating her fully with my mother. Her body was lifeless, stiff, cold. Eyes glasses over, but dark. Almost dull like. Skin blue-white. Dead. I screamed, expressing stress with the situation. My mother was dead.
Two screams. I'm pretty sure they were out loud in life. I meant to wake up 4 hours ago. It was 1231.