August 21st Sturdy Geode

Dream Journal

Night of August 21^st, 2012,

Sturdy Geode.

The earliest I remember of this dream I was sitting cross-legged on a sidewalk outside of a small shopping center. There was a clothing store and possibly a coffee shop there.  I was drawing shapes with some people I knew from High School. I found a spherical rock on the ground and took it inside a small building near. I liked the rock and was going to clean it. I filled a small vial with hot water and poured it over the stone. The stone started melting where the water hit it, dissolving and showing a hollow inside. I took more water and poured it over the stone until there was a large hole, there were Quartz crystals visible inside of the stone which I now recognized as a geode. The Quartz cluster was clear white and really beautiful.  I showed the geode to my friend Kayla who was near me, she liked it and was stoked to see it. We took it to my other friend C who I don’t see that much anymore. C took the geode in his hand held it for a second and then tossed it behind him with great force. It hit the roof of the room we were in and then tumbled to the floor. Kayla rushed forward to pick it up and yelled at C telling him he was a mean jerk. I felt like C was seeing if it was a real geode or not, he is very logical and sometimes viewed as cynical. 

Kayla handed me the geode which was not damaged, I told C “this is why we don’t hang out.” And walked away from him. I went up a cement ramp back to the parking lot where we were sketching with chalk thinking about how I wasn’t mad at C, it had happened and now wasn’t happening. It was in the past.  I thought about how it felt to be in the moment in this regard and felt at peace.

geode

When I got back to the parking lot in front of the small shopping center some of the people there were making fun of me because I looked like I got beat but C when he took my geode. I didn’t mind this and then my dream changed a bit.

Now I am in a nearby class room and was finishing some school work. The teacher said class was over so kids started to leave the room. I was slow at packing up my bag so some students from the next class started to come into the class room.  They were all younger than me, I think they were freshman in High School.  I left the class room and was pushing my school books and the contents of my backpack in a shopping cart from a grocery store. I was walking down an outdoor courtyard/school hallway with some other students and we were all pushing shopping carts holding our school materials.  I turned to the left and left them going down a small incline. I kept walking into a rotunda area of my old high school.

Here in the routunda that the students and teachers called “The Commons” I noticed that there was a vendor set up in the middle selling hot dogs, drinks, other concession edibles.  I saw a kid come up who I noticed was dressed strangely, he went up to the vendor and says ..
“Man, I’d like a baked potato at two o’clock in the afternoon!!”

I think this is kind of strange for him to say that, just that he put so much soul into his words.  I keep walking though I have no cart at this time. I pass by some teachers who inquire about my wellbeing. I let them know I am doing okay, they are very enthusiastic. I was on good terms with the teachers and staff of my school when I graduated.

Now my dream changes again. I am walking up to my house and see the women who I know from Austin leaving out the front door.  They say hi to me and keep walking, I am somewhat confused. I see my roommate Jake and ask him if he let them in and he says he didn’t know how they got inside.

I check the doors and they were all locked except the basement door. I let Jake know it is broken and try to fix it with only helping a little bit.

Now the dream changes again, I am now a different person, not Taylor. I am a trouble maker. Another trouble maker meets me outside and hands me a gun. It is loaded with fireworks and we shoot them at each other missing my inches.  A lady is walking by with her little son and another friend of mine throws a small piece of dirt at me but it hits the child. The lady is mad at us.

That is the last part of the dream that I remember.

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Thanks,

-Taylor.