June 29, 2009

High School Chicken Class

Somehow things transitioned back to a high school near the house that I'd bought in the previous dream. I had already graduated high school, but for some reason had to take some classes from this one. I only had two to three classes a day, so it felt more like college. I was taking classes in English, Chicken, and some kind of Art, as well as some other subjects. Between classes I went back to my house, but I never seemed to remember making it there. I was annoyed by the process of having to keep track of high school assignments and their strange due dates again, although I had a planner that helped a little.

I went to one small class on some sort of architecture or art. When it was over I had a number of dishes that I had to take out, since we'd apparently also been eating some food. I though another student had my bowl, but then she rotated it and I saw it had a design that mine didn't. Thankfully, we'd lodged a fire alarm in the door so it wouldn't lock, and I went back inside to grab my bowl.

My next class was much larger, and the subject was either English or Chicken. I asked someone for some water to wash my hands with, but all they had was their pencil case. Eventually I think I ended up back in my house with some classmates, and we were getting ready to meet up with someone.

Driving into Trippiness

I was buying a small house in a low-class but convenient neighborhood, and I drove down to take a look at it. It was newly built, so the interior was completely unfinished. There were only two rooms, a bedroom and a room for everything else, but I started figuring out where I'd put furniture and was pleased with the building.

I walked outside and around the block, meeting a few of the neighbors' dogs. They seemed pretty friendly up close, though their barking had been intimidating. I started walking back to my car, but I got seriously tired and had to crawl to make my way across a road. Somehow I got to my car anyway, and managed to start driving. I spotted a group of kids, though, and asked them if they wanted a ride in exchange for helping me drive. They agreed, and one of them took the wheel while I manned the brake pedal.

Once the car got moving again I lost my tiredness, and took over the steering wheel. We were driving down a back road near my childhood home, which apparently wasn't far from the house I'd bought. I asked the people I'd picked up where they wanted to go, and they mentioned a city that was a good hour from where we were. I told them that I wasn't sure if I'd be going all that ways, since I was just going somewhere because my house wasn't finished.

After driving through some increasingly trippy terrain, we eventually arrived at what was more or less a dead end. There were one or two large hilly rises and falls in the road, and at the top of the last one the road simply ended. We stopped the car and looked around. To the right side of the road was some kind of high wall or mountain, and to the front and left side there was a long drop into nothingness. Far away to the front and left there were more walls, and behind us the road disappeared back into a woods.

Hovering over the nothingness, however, was a large bizarre sphere, which kept slightly changing it's shape. One of the people in my car could apparently paint shapes with their mind, and they put some on this sphere. The sphere seemed to react playfully, and the painted shapes moved around for a bit. There was also a long segmented cord that extended from the sphere towards us, but suddenly the sphere seemed to take a disliking to us and the cord disappeared. Someone threw me a inflated buoyant tube shaped sorta like a peace sign, and I jumped towards the sphere, barely making it there without falling into the nothingness.

Up close the sphere was much smaller than it had seemed from far away. The rest of the people from my car were at the sphere too now, but it started to deflate when we got nearby. We caught it as it deflated, and managed to set down in some sort of complex. The people that were responsible for the sphere had been some sort of warlike humanoid-chicken race, although we weren't sure if the chickens bodies were suits or actual bodies.

At any rate, we couldn't find anything living in the complex or the sphere, and we started getting lost in the trippiness ourselves. One of us turned into a large spoon, still perfectly capable of interacting but apparently lacking all organs except for those on his face. We tried to feed him but he had no stomach, and demanding the he be given his stomach back didn't help matters.