Theme Song: "Haunted" - Evanescence
I'm in the CUB ballroom dancing alone on the floor. A short, bubbling blonde walks out of a dark corner and approaches me. She smiles knowingly and says to me, "I know who you'd rather be dancing with. I know the truth and..." In response, I look across the floor at a distant table where I see a few girls, none of whom I'm interested in. From behind, a boy taps Blondie on the shoulder, signaling her to shut the hell up. It's Dan. Dan seamlessly takes her place and we both sway to the music. For some reason, we're both very smile-y at this moment. He starts speaking: "Blah, blah, blah" and such. Without giving it a second thought, I actually say to him, "L-O-L, I'm sorry." Pfft! Yeah...ain't gonna happen, Cap'n.
I turn around and I find myself in a mud patch playing soccer with some guy who seems oddly familiar. Physically, he's a mix of Pasadena John, Gettysburg Phil, and Michael Vartan (Never Been Kissed, Monster-in-Law): 6'4", tan, red-brown hair, toned physique. Nice. After I kick his ass at soccer a bit, we actually have a conversation. Immediately, we connect, instantly fall in love, and make plans to be married. On the other side of the village, I overhear two janitors trying to convince his brother to marry actress Heather Langenkamp for her vast riches... oh yeah, all that 1980's Nightmare On Elm Street mulah.
Floating on Cloud 9, I leave the village promising him that I'll return and we'll live out our lives together. I arrive home in Pasadena where I'm entertaining my younger cousins by sitting them down and putting on some 80's movie--Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo, I believe. My aunt Mary walks into the room and tells about me about my sister's Mexican adventures. *flashback sequence* Jiselle's driving around a Mexican pueblo and signals a left turn with her arm out the window, not noticing that blood is oozing out of her palm. Terrified Mexican onlookers point at her and scream, "sangre de Devil!" TAKE TWO: the scene repeats but this time, the Spanish is corrected and the old woman screams, "Ay dios mio! Sangre del diablo!" Distracted by their screams, Jiselle collides head-on with the side of a house. Miraculously, no one's hurt.
About 6 months pass, and I'm now returning to the Celtic village. It's no longer a barren mud patch; it has a tennis court and a mud path with guardrails surrounded by pebbles and draped with garlands. His brother must have married Heather. After a few minutes of walking, I turn a corner and I see my dream guy again. He and some of his friends are pitching pebbles in the direction of the school. As I get closer, I have the biggest smile on my face and the warmest feeling in my heart. I just wanna wrap my arms him and let him know that he is loved. I've traveled halfway around the world to finally get here, and I expect him to be EXTREMELY excited to see me, embrace me, and we'd live happily ever after in a rural paradise.I finally get in front of his face (and dangerously close to the pebbles he's launching), when I smile and say jokingly, "Don't you recognize me?" He turns away from me. His friends recognize me and cheer me on as I approach him. BUT, he just pushes me away and hands me a poem that explicitly lists EVERYTHING that he thinks is wrong with me: "You're like a girl because you wear so much black... you're too short... you're a 'storm.'" After reading that, my heart sinks, my face wells up with uncried tears, I suck it up and just walk off into the unknown.
At some point when I'm walking away, I morph into Heather Langenkamp, and I'm walking across a rope bridge out of the village. I say to myself, "Oh no, Anthony's getting on the bridge!" The rocky bridge collapses under me as I try to run back to the shore. I almost make it but now I'm trapped in the rope net, suspended at least 30 feet above the ice-cold, foggy Atlantic Ocean. Across the ocean, I see an evil version of myself (Heather); she has cracked, silver skin, crusty lips, split ends, and is wearing a tattered toga. Out of my own body, I can see my dark soul hovering around and it starts shrieking its devious plans. I hear a voiceover from one of the native Witch Doctors saying, "They were driven mad at that bridge. They destroyed themselves." My darkside talks about a plan to convince these bad seeds to sit down and talk to their younger siblings, supplying them with the proper tools to murder them. It goes through five other examples of kids killing kids that are so sickening that I feel an ungodly pain in the pit of my stomach and have to keep my hand over my mouth to keep from vomiting.
The dream ends with a song from the A*Teens. It turns out that the dream, at least that portion, was just a movie that some friends and I were watching at my house party. I wake up with an intense feeling of rejection & depression that will go on for days. C'mon, even my literal DREAM GUY rejected me AND I found myself apologizing to someone whom I never want anything to do with again. It just doesn't make any sense to me... oh well, maybe someone else is good with dream analysis. *shrug*
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