we were walking to a highschool through neighborhoods, slightly nervous and aware of the surroundings. we passed by brick elementary and middle school, cutting across the campus grass. we felt better for the bright sunshine and the kids at play.
finally we get to the brick highschool building and wander around inside. there are 98 rock radio station identification stickers and magnets everywhere. we asked some secretaries if we could have some, but the old white ladies said that the children were too poor, and it would be wrong to take this joy away from them.
the nicest secretary let us steal a few huge cookies from a plastic-wrapped cardboard tray, so long as we evened out the pile so you couldn't tell cookies were taken. Michael takes his own, but i do break mine in halves to spread around to the others with us.
later, a class ended. a girl tried to wait for me, but as always, i take too long packing up my bag. i try running across campus, catching glimpses of her, but when i get towards the parking lot, she's gone, lost in the crowd of people changing classes. it was like she disappeared, well, maybe she caught the bus.
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in taking care of people, an old man was in a hospital being forced by doctors to spend the night. he kept mentioning that he got someone pregnant, and so couldn't stay. they finally convinced him to stay in bed.
after his shift, the young doctor goes out for the night, but has to face his two fellow older doctors in the morning.
"I can paint the sky if i want to!"
he exclaimed, tossing his arms out as if to demonstrate. standing there with crossed and folded arms, the older doctors in grim reply,
"But you can do the same damage the old man did."
elsewhere, a plump older lady, with permed and dyed maroon hair, was mumbling to other auditioners that she was about being embarassed to be in a play since she was pregnant.
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in going through nice, thin, dark, hard-covered books, certain keywords in the titles jump out to the eyes:
"moon", "faerie", "fire", etc.
a thin, tall, blonde takes them off the dark wood shelves and carries them away in a certain order. at night, she runs away with them with a boy dressed as her, in dark clothing.
a voice is heard from her:
"I was glad he was right. the bus station was closed and left the night dark."
in a dark desert, at an empty lil bus station, the blonde and the guy stand near a cast-iron cauldron that is swinging over a bonfire on gravel.
ANALYSIS:
the brick schoolhouses was like in the outskirts of a urban area, not as danderous as the city, but still can't let your guard down completely. for what, i'm not sure, but it was a bright, sunny day, which is less worrisome than night, yet with all the dark red brick, night was held in the shadows.
the hallways of the highschool were dark and dim, light came from the sunny windows, and colors were creamy white and old school green, the green of schools built in the 70's. a little scary if alone, which i was not, but much better for you than fluorescent lighting.
98 rock is a radio station i used to listen to all the time in middle school, especially with the grunge rock stage. but then 99.1 hfs took over as the favorite, playing more music i'd like to listen to. bumper stickers from both decorate my closet doors, but 98 rock is still on the inside of a caboodle i used a lot in middle school.
its also the radio station i'll listen to at home for falling asleep, since i'd rather hear music as opposed to loveline on 99.1 hfs.
the cookie part is a litle weird since, if i was as poor as the seretary/teacher ladies were making the students out to be, i'd much rather have a cookie, especially like those the size of dinner plates, over a lil magnet. and if we broke the plastic wrapping, couldn't other people tell someone took a cookie anyway? why worry about the evenness of the cookie pile.
at the end of classes, i'm never the first out the door, since it really does take me a little bit longer to pack up. i didn't know the girl in or out of the dream, so in both i was very curious as to why she wanted to wait for me in the first place. i think i asked someone in the dream what happened to her, and i think their reply had something to do with her having a sister or something along those lines.
the next scene with the doctors is 3rd person tale. its more like my mind sitting back and watching a story unfold than me being a participant in any sense. the young doctor was a bit arrogant though, and i had no clue why the other doctors were mad at him until his reply. i like his exclaimation a lot, even though i think my mind was thinking of the quote "paint the town red". i think the old guy got that one lady pregnant, hence the scene shiftng like in so many movies and tv, but you never know with that young doctor...
the last part is a mix between 1st and 3rd person, since i feel at times i'm the blonde, but i later also see her in the surroundings quite clearly and from different angles. i was very interested in the books. i've done research in mythology and wicca before, and they sounded intriging. but i could feel (later as i look back on it) a separation between me assessing the books and the blonde assessing them, although i think it was through her eyes then, i could see.
her comment at the bus station was a thought not spoken out loud, but to me it seemed like a voiceover, as in a film. usually if i'm watching from another's eyes i can feel emotions, but here i was shut out, just a weird sort of watcher. it jumped from the shelves in a personal library to outside at night. i saw from her eyes in the library, but above and to the right of the scene outside.
i still have a lot of questions about that scene: who was the guy? why the empty bus station? how was the cauldron swinging on its own?
