Jan 9, 2013
I'm in some kind of nearly empty office building. It's huge and I'm sitting/playing with the couches, taking all the pillows off and stuff.
Scene change.
I'm walking down the street. Suddenly my dad and I are being kidnapped by these men with suits and British accents. Scene change: a fancy (huge) looking room without windows and has red walls with some kind of silver trim/decor. The kidnappers offer us sandwiches, jam or butter with white bread and the crust cut off. I refuse, assuming that it's poisoned. Dad gives me a look of 'Don't cause trouble; just take one' and the main kidnapper gives me a strange look. I change my mind, taking the bread and butter, assuming it would be easier to find the drug (I had thought it was a pill, and the jam probably had been sitting out for a long time) but both seemed gross to me. The head kidnapper gives a small smile, a smirk.
Scene change: I'm walking out of a grocery store on a sunny, warmish day with grandmother and grandfather. We bought flowers. The red ones that I see often, but don't remember the name of. I smile at them and grandpa tells me something which makes grandma roll her eyes in the 'you're boring her' way like usual.
Scene change: I'm back at the office, sitting at some sort of empty minibar. I turn around and see Beyond Birthday. I was angry at him for some reason. He wanted a chance to prove himself. To prove he wasn't really a bad guy. After a while, I agreed. We hung out at some restaurant. Laura was there, too. It was actually quite fun. I got to see a softer side of Beyond. It was apparently Halloween and it was quite dark outside. We were heading up the street Laura and I in the front, Beyond in the back. After a while, I looked back and noticed he was no longer behind us- standing a ways away, looking at us and smiling. I felt a mixture of emotions: sadness, disappointment, anger, alone, and yet, ok. I felt this parental feeling in the air- as though he was letting us go, setting us free to the world. I turned back ahead and kept on walking. Not knowing if I'd ever see him again.
Scene change: a family restaurant; small; my mother's family and I sitting, squished at the table; a small screen displaying numbers attached to a 7" high metal pole sitting on the table. I don't know where Laura went. The hostess had a daughter around my age (maybe a little younger) and brought her out to see if we wanted to play together. She was small with brown hair in ponytails with no bangs and some locks of hair framing her face. She was pale and looked a bit stuck-up. Everyone else had left. She looked at me and perkily (and overly happily) said "I'll take the evil out of your heart!" ... Huh? Maybe she thought I was one of those stuck-up girls. I looked at her confused. "Yeah know," she said "you're not so bad." "... I can't get out of this chair..." I say, the chairs so squished together that I'm unable to get out. She laughs and helps me out. And so, over 2 or 3 minutes, we became friends. The electronic number thing starts showing random numbers- no, prices -and blinks red while a small siren goes off. We freak out a little, unsure what to do. The hostess comes out and fixes it, explaining that it happens to that one sometimes and she'll make it so the random numbers won't be added to the check.
I randomly think back to B, how he wanted to prove himself, to grandpa and grandma, how I'd loved spending time with them, to the couch in the office, the one I took all the cushions off of, and finally back at B, smiling his goodbye as I looked back at him. I wake up abruptly.
Of all the recurring themes in my dreams, B is one of them. o.0