Simple Story

I've decided to take up a bit of a challenge. I had some weird dreams last night, almost always my dreams are weird. I know that most people say that but I can never tie my dreams into stuff happening in my life, at least almost never. It's as if, sometimes, I'm dreaming someone else's dreams. Last night was no exception.

I have to admit my memory of my dream isn't as clear as I like. Less chronological and more vivid images first, then less vivid linked images.

One of the dream sequences was me at a sort of school, erase any idea of a typical school and imagine a school of impossible. We were working with these teachers, more-or-less. They were teaching us to reach our potential but none of us really knew what that was. Is was a light colored room with a oddly shaped pool in the middle, not your typical pool tile but more like cement.

We were going through exercises but two of us, myself and this girl, we were older than the rest, weren't making any progress. She was pretty, I remember that much. I couldn't do it, as the rest advanced. We were taken aside and I remember the girl asking why and I answered that we had to work on it now, we had to get past this first step if we ever wanted to continue. Without this, we have no chance. The teacher answered that I was correct.

We were separated by some divder, perhaps simply a corner of a wall and I'm unclear what really happened next. It was if we started to enter a state of meditation on the edge of the pool. I had some sort of blanket on, perhaps just a cloth that was semi-sheer and then it happened.

Like transcending but it was only brief before I realized I was in the pool of water, sinking to the bottom... but with no panic, no fear, I was suffocating and was still in this sort of sheer cloth. I looked around, back up toward the surface and I swear I was breathing but felt I must be hallucinating. I shouldn't be able to breath, that realization, as I was aware I had sunk to the bottom of the pool, was what caused me to return to the surface, not being unable to breath.

When I returned (I don't remember swimming) I don't even remember being wet but now with the other instructors and everyone was looking at me, like they had just seen something far more amazing than someone nearly drowning.

The teacher instantly warned me to stop, to be patient but I could already tell... and apparently there was a cross on my cheek. They could see it, blue, I think... Odd, as it seemed somehow related to my power. A sign. But it changed, my focus changed, and then I floated. I remember the stern warning, the just wait a second look and words from the female teacher. "Wait, Will." -- but it was too late, I had realized not that I could really fly so much as float. "You must be careful with your choice!" -- I was going around the room grabbing and soaring. That did get some looks, fear mingled with awe.

Then another realization came upon me, "the choice" -- it was a permanent choice at some point, and whatever icon was on my face (it had changed after the cross) it changed again, a different color, I think I red heart but I'm not sure... I'm not sure I could see at that point but she saw it, my teacher, and was not pleased but was unsurprised.

I felt some great power and some regret and something... I'm not sure of but I know it was odd, was scary almost. I think it had something to do with Pippy but I am unsure, the choice, it felt like a choice for Becky, hence the displeasure but also the predictability.

There were other portions of dreams I recalled. This was the most vivid, entering the water but not breathing but breathing. As if the breath were coming from somewhere else, in fact, I don't even recall feeling the water, just seeing it.

I do remember, that for a moment everything was not just alright, but in balance, well. It's a feeling I've rarely had, touching the universe. When I spent time with Pippy, it wasn't just for her, I felt nearly invincible around her, I stopped in a restaurant and sang to this table I didn't know at all just because she was there. I could face her parents, I could climb roofs, stare eye-to-eye with every condemning face, I could say what I wanted, needed, desired or just laugh.

I shall continue that search and I'm not sure what this dream means but I must admit to, for the moment, letting it mean nothing.

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