Remembered this after sitting down in front of my computer. I remember a few parts, but there might have been more.
Another school day. Argh. I hoped that this was the last one, especially since it really interrupts the summer break that was going on for the last few weeks. Anyway, I had also, for some reason, brought along my black backpack, which contained a lot of my electronics and such.
I along with some of the other boys in my class were sitting on the yellow parking-spot concrete pieces for cars. We were talking and such, generally passing time, when a teacher or somesuch came along, and told us to slide the yellow-concrete thingies back into position. They were only fastened on one side, and had slid away. Shane decided not to comply and responded instead "But I have constables and latin in my pockets.", constables being a word that escapes memory.
Then, we were trying to cause each other pain with sticks, jabbing each other in the groin with them. I was running, and got caught, then dived across the road, in front of a car, to pick up one which had been thrown over there. I then jumped all the way to behind my assailant, breaking his stick in the process several times over.
While we were in school there had evidentially been a hurricane, and we had to pass through a giant set of wooden doors behind which everyone was waiting onto a flimsy bridge-boat, which took us to a carrier ship where most of the cars were waiting. Some cars were in the water, and navy ships were taking these students to their ride.
Anyway, I walked, frightened, over the flimsy bridge, then found my ride and hopped in. One of my classmates was already there, which I disregarded at the time but which was quite strange.
Anyway, annoyed that they let the storm come up, I began digging in my electronics bag to check that everything was ok. I pulled out my Archos case, but saw that my archos was already on. I tried to use it, but then realized that the controls weren't in the right places- it was a different model!
When we got home I used the archos to sign on his AIM account, and talked to his friends in a chat room a bit. "Who am I?" didn't get any useful response, but "How can I find out who I am?" got "Why don't you check your contact into?". Sure enough, when I did, I found the person's phone number.
I called on the Archos, and talked with his Mom for a bit, explaining the situation. Then the Archos's batteries went dead, and the dream faded out...
Posted by Trevor Savage at June 20, 2003 2:10 PM