posted on Jul, 4 2011 @ 02:07 PM
i was at school during lunch, and i got up from the lunch room and walked to the hallway with my bag. i found a ton of people in the hallway, lined
up on both sides, but i kind of ignored it. i go stand by this one kid i pretty much despised but put up with anyway in high school, his name is
keith. i start looking through my bag for my debit card, when i start to notice how weird it is we're all standing in this hallway that doesn't
really look like our school hallway. i realize i probably want to leave and put my bag on my shoulder to do so when the hallway starts shaking.
i know there were several people i remember in the hallway, but i can't remember any of their names. it's weird.
we all sort of ignore the movement for a little while, assuming it's a truck outside shaking the school.
the shaking gets worse though, and it starts to feel more like we're the ones moving. i get up again and go around the corner. i see patrick and
nathan, then i decide to go back to stand with keith.
he asks "what was up with the radio today?"
and i roll my eyes at him and say "what are you talking about?"
"this morning i was driving and i bent down to grab something, but when i looked up again i saw on the radio it said 6:40 pm"
(i just noticed that 640 is 320 x 2)
that really freaks me out and then the shaking gets even worse. i remember i could actually feel the shaking, and thinking that it feels like we're
moving up like a plane or something. everyone else starts to freak out too, because we start seeing flashes of light as well.
then the shaking stops, we stop as if we're a car coming to a stop, with the lurch forward and everything. the doors open. we're all herded out, but
i step out of like because i wanted to look for people. first i wanted to look for nathan, then i decided to find patrick instead. and then i woke
up.
a lot of this feels more like memory than a dream, which really worries me. obviously not the part with patrick, but the part with the truck and being
herded around.
I try not to post my own threads, because I like to lurk more, but this just seemed so weird. I mentioned the 320 x 2 thing because I'm a Discordian,
and 23 or 32 has meaning for me. Patrick is a friend of mine who I have not actually met.
So yeah. There's all that. The way I felt the movement in the dream is so bizarre. I've never felt anything like it, I woke up feeling like I had
been shaken.