Alright… so I've written fan fiction before, but not here. I do not own these characters, I wish I did, and I have a huge crush on every one of the Greasers in the movie 'cept Steve. Ok, on with it, then, shall we?
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Johnny… he was there. Ponyboy could see him plain as day. Right there, leaning up against one of the cypress trees in the lot, grinning at an inside joke. Then he laughed… and turned into a snake. Pony looked down on the snake. This made no sense to Ponyboy. He could only stare as Dallas Winston came from behind the same tree. Grinning in a way he never had before, Dally shot a flaming gold arrow straight at Pony. Since when does Dal shoot arrows, Pony thought. The light from the arrow was blinding the newly-turned 15-year-old as it came closer to him. He distantly saw someone pick up the snake and kiss it, adding more confusion.
That's when he always woke up.
His brain was working in overdrive, making him feel more tired than when he had first gone to bed. The doctor he had seen when his parents had died said that all dreams had a meaning. Every color, shape, tree, animal, everything had a meaning for the person. Johnny and Dallas… he knew their meaning. He had lost his best friend, and one of the most respected people he knew, nearly a year ago. But the cypress tree… and the golden arrow… they made no sense. Same with the snake, and he could have sworn the sunset was visible over the horizon. Would the doc know what they meant?
"Hey, Sodapop. Soda, wake up… c'mon, Soda, I can't feel my arm!"
Soda slowly awoke. Blinking sleepily he asked, "What's up, Pone? Is it time for work already?" Pony rolled his eyes.
"No, but you're kinda on my arm, and I can't feel it. I would highly appreciate it if you would maybe, uh, MOVE!" With the last word, Ponyboy jerked his arm and pushed his brother simultaneously. The loud 'thud' and Soda's groan afterward gave him a satisfied feeling. Darry, however, didn't seem too happy, standing there in the doorway.
"You mind not waking the country, little buddy? Pony, you headin' out with Two-Bit today?" In reply, the aforementioned boys shared a look and burst out laughing. "What is so funny?"
"You- you sure l-look like a mother hen, what with yer hands on yer hips and all," Pony answered. Darry rolled his eyes and asked again, "Where are you headed today, Pony?"
He thought for a moment. Then shrugged. "I dunno. Might go see a movie, maybe pay Ol' Doc Caudill a visit, nothing much." His brothers did a double-take and Soda all but screeched, "What?"
"I been havin' funny dreams. I figure the Doc'll know what it means. And no, Dar, it ain't that dream… I just been dreaming the same thing over and over, and you know she says every dream has a meaning. She must know what exactly they do mean, right?" Darryl nodded.
"Okay, just be careful on your way over." Socs had been rather violent lately, their promise of leaving the greasers to their own territory long forgotten. "And call me if you need a ride, I get off early today. Soda, c'mon, let's get ready."
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Office of Dr. Jillian Caudill
"Well, Pony, I think I have it." His trip to Dr. Caudill's had been a good idea; she really knew her stuff. She knew what the type of tree, color of the arrow, and the snake meant. According to Jillian (they were on first name basis; after all, she was poking around in his head), he was suffering from a terrible loss (which they both agreed really didn't need to be re-established) and that was causing some mental and emotional turmoil. Ponyboy was real interested in the book she took out (Signs of the Mind: A Dream Interpretation Guide). It had the animals, numbers, plants, colors, and everything else that a person could dream up, and what it meant.
"Okay, Ponyboy. Go through that book, and write down everything you think is relevant in your dream. I don't want to know what happened just yet; I want to see what you get out of it, ok?" Ponyboy nodded. Replaying the dream in his mind, he decided to go with the tree first. Flipping through, Pony found 'tree, Pine' in the book. He wrote down:
Cypress tree: understanding of role of sacrifice
Shaking his head, Pony thought that none of this would ever make sense to him… even with Jill's help. Still, he wrote down all that he thought might have some meaning:
Snake: often a symbol of death and/or rebirth; symbol of change and healing
Gold: (positive) communication, optimism, inspiration
(negative) needs clarification; over clarification
#1: (positive) beginnings, originality, leader
(negative) arrogance, dominance
Blue: (positive) happiness, calm, truth
(negative) depression, loneliness
Jillian's brow furrowed as she scanned his list. "This is awfully short, Ponyboy. Oh, well… I'm not the dreamer. Now, what was the role of the tree?"
"My friends- well, one was kind of leanin' on it, and the other one came from behind it." She nodded.
"I see. Well, were there only two people in your dream?" Pony nodded, stopped, then shook his head. The doctor's face showed confusion. Seeing this, the boy explained, "There were two people that I could tell who they were, but one person came in later; I couldn't see 'em right."
"What happened when this person appeared?"
"They leaned down to kiss the snake."
"Where did the snake come in? Was it in the tree as well?"
"Nup. Johnny- well, he kind of- became the snake. Can you make any sense outta this, Doc?" When Jillian smiled, Ponyboy felt a wave of relief hit him like a brick wall. He really didn't want to have this on his brain all of Saturday, and probably most of Sunday if nobody could help him. His weekend was meant for at least a little fun.
"As a matter of fact, leprechaun, I'm beginning to. I have to say, Pony… of all the teens I deal with everyday, all of the crazy whack-jobs I see every day, you have to be the most interesting part of being a psyche." Pony grinned.
"I'm not quite sure if that's a compliment, but alright." The two of them laughed for a few minutes, then slowly quieted down. Jillian had Ponyboy explain every little detail of his dream, right down to the color of the grass, which he swore up and down was a completely normal shade of green.
Finally, the doctor had his strange dream figured out. "Pony, could I say something and not have you thinking I am off my rocker?"
"Well, Doc, I can't really control my train of thought, but I promise I won't say anything." Dr. Caudill gave him a look that practically screamed, 'smart-ass', but she went on anyway. "Okay, hotshot. I think you don't have only dreams… I think you have premonitions." At his puzzled look, she said, "Psychic abilities, predictions, scenes of what is to come. Got it, numbskull?" Ponyboy stuck his tongue out. "Okay, now, here's my proof of such a theory. Do you remember that dream journal I had you start, when we first met?" He nodded. "Good… well, I looked at it again a little while ago, when I heard about your friends. I read them because something seemed familiar about the whole situation, and I thought maybe it was in that journal. Well, there were some pretty ironic details that kept recurring in your dreams. Fire, for one. In one of your dreams, you saw a flame-red raven. Flames have played a part in your life quite obviously. But the raven is what really got me. Ravens usually signify an oncoming death." The teen's eyes widened. "You see the irony? Pony, maybe this could mean something. I'll have to study it a bit more, and I'll talk to you when I fully figure it all out. But I don't believe this to be an ordinary dream."
He swallowed. "So, what does it mean? If this is a… premonition, or whatever you call it, what the hell does it mean?" Jillian sighed. 'Americus, you had better be listening, you demon.'
"I think your friends might come back."
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Alrighty, then... all that info about symbols and crap is totally true. If anyone needs an interpretation or wants to know where I got my info (for the really freakish dreams) just leave it in a review or email me (the address should be in my bio). Review!Arigatou!