I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
Don't ask me what I am doing up at 5 in the morning.
Well, you can ask I guess. And Ill give you a brief synopsis: I've been waking up like this lately from weird or bad dreams, and not being able to go back to sleep.
In this dream, a lot of things were going on that I don't remember... but the last part was clear.
In my head, I could hear Tears for Fears "Mad World," in particular the lines,
"I find it kind of funny,
I find it kind of sad,
the dreams in which I'm dying,
are the best I ever had.
I find it hard to tell you,
cause I find it hard to take
when people run in circles
It's a very very mad world."
Those are the lines I woke up to, which played as I opened my eyes. I find it kind of creepy. ;)
A man read a letter out loud. It could be a narrative in a play, or inside someone's head. It seemed fairly clear it was a letter. I think it was directed at me, but it could be just a coincidence - as if the letter struck chords with me that made me think it could be addressed to me, but instead written to someone else.
Ah, I remember. High school. Bizarre. The more I write, the more I remember.
All these girls were trying out for some song and dance, or cheerleader thing. We were in a valley of smooth black rock.
A few girls jumped higher than humanly possible as they practiced. I recognized one of them, a gorgeous girl who had been slightly overweight and lost the weight during the years at school. She was jumping higher than naturally possible, and she was singing. Her voice was so beautiful, and somehow heartbreaking.
I felt nervous at the idea of the hard rock that could so easily hurt the girls as they practiced if they made a false move.
A walkway led to a ledge on the sea. The sea did not extend forever, it was a cave, but it was clear the sea was connected.
I was relieved to see that there was no audience in the water, something that was the case with other walkways and ledges. (Huh?)
A woman with a bullhorn (ha, like Sue Sylvester!) shouted instructions to the girls on the ledge.
I knew these girls, they were familiar faces from middle and high school. The girls looked the same. I was the same. I felt sad for the girls because they looked relieved to be in a place with no audience either, and I knew what it felt like to not want anyone to see me slip up. Tayler and Tyler were there, and we were all the same age.
The girls tried steps on slick rock as water from the sea crashed against the walls of the rock and water splashed up onto the ledge. Among the girls, I tried to learn the steps, but all I could see was the steep drop ahead of me and how easily the wet rock could slip up my feet and down I would go.
We fell in. I was really scared as I fell. I could see Tayler swimming, and Tyler swam as well. They didn't appear frightened at all. Tayler was angry, or nervous. I couldn't tell which.
The woman directing the dance told me to climb out, and I was surprised to see stairs that led out of the water that I had not seen before.
As I straddled one step that was not aligned with the next- in fact it was very far to the left from the first... Tayler called out to me to check something. She was worried about someone else.
As I walked away from the ledge, instead of the walkway, there was now a gift shop full of useless knick knacks. Something caught my eye. I stopped to look at it, I considered buying it.
Instead I walked on. The narrative continued the entire time.
