There Ain't No Justice Number 039

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We walked, and finally entered into a huge, seemingly endless clothes store, in which I bumped into Sandy and 2 of her sisters, Cheryl and Laura, almost right away. Sandy and Crys seemed to swap positions, Sandy came with me, and Sandy went off with Sandy's sisters. Mom, Sandy, Gramma and I continued to walk through his store, stopping and looking at clothing until we were bored and decided to trot on over to the other side of the mall, all fine and well except that in order to get to the other side of the mall you had to walk outside, through a little path type of thing on the top of a deep hill. We made it outside, and proceeded to walk across. We couldn't see the other side of the mall at all, but we did hear strange noises, the sounds of a group of Indians somewhere near up ahead, but over the hill. Being the wise-ass's that my grandmother and I are, we started being funny about things, and making our own little Indian noises, and laughing hysterically. My mom wasn't too thrilled with us, she never is really, she thinks we're nuts, and Sandy was just tagging along a little ways behind us, but with us. Suddenly the noise were right next to us, down the hill, I looked through the trees, and there appeared a huge, white mask, just staring at me. Big eyes, and a big smile, and a blinding white bright color. I stopped in amazement and pointed this out to my fellow walkers, we all stopped and gasped, this Indian didn't seem to mind us watching him at all. All of a sudden out of no where my mom goes crazy and runs down the hill towards the Indians, stirring them up, scaring them. She remained with them, and as they scattered, Sandy, Grandma and I started running. Sandy and I were ahead, and when we looked back to make sure grandma was ok, she was gone, poofers into thin air, no sight of her anywhere, all we could see were Indians running after us. We weren't that afraid of them because they were far enough behind us not to scare us, we knew there was no way they could catch us or harm us in any way, they had no weapons, but we ran and ran and ran until we reached the mall, and when we entered and looked back, they too, were gone into total nothingness. We stood in confusement for a couple of minutes and caught our breath. After a few minutes we walked around the mall like we had been before hand, only this time we weren't looking as much at clothing, we were looking in music stores, and trinket stores, whatever came up. We walked like nothing had happened, no one was missing, we didn't seem to care or think about anyone else. After a while of walking around we decided we wanted to leave, so we did. Took mom's car, and left, Sandy was driving at first. We left the parking lot of the mall, and everything seemed to turn into a city around us. Full of stores, mostly clothing stores, as in the mall. We drove around and around, even through the stores, somehow we were able to drive right through the stores without harming anyone or breaking anything at all. Finally I told her to let me drive, when we reached the next corner, she stopped within inches of the car in front of us, and we switched drivers. I was at the wheel now, and I didn't know where to go. I backed the car up, right into another store, everyone was looking at us, but they weren't looks of shock or concern, just looks of wonderment, like a new person that walks into a quiet store, everyone looks. I got the hell out of there pretty quickly, I asked her where Mike worked, I wanted to meet this Mike person that I'd heard so much about. All I knew about him was that he worked in a window tinting shop and was from the bass club "Loud -n- Kickin'". Already I wasn't impressed, but I had no choice, I wanted to meet him, so she directed me to him. When we reached the shop, it was surprisingly enough in another mall. Different than the previous one, but still, it was a mall, and we were driving through the mall in our car. Suddenly we came to the shop, but problem, it was at the top of the escalator. No problem, we got out of the car, and it turned into a remote controlled car, I was still controlling it. We got to the top of the escalator and went into the store. There he was. Mike. I almost gagged. He wasn't what he was supposed to be. He was tall, and ugly, very scruffy and rough looking. He had jet black hair, almost appearing blue, and deep, dark, scary eyes, he had a full beard, and looked like he was late 30's early 40's, much too old for Sandy. I kept saying to myself, "this isn't right, this isn't Mike.", but it was, and I had no choice but to get used to him. He invited us in. Where can you go in a window tinting shop? But we went in, suddenly it turned into an apartment, and we were in a square shaped room. To the left there was a bathroom, a bathroom full of dogs drinking out of a toilet. These weren't normal dogs, they were wild, and crazy. They were drinking so hard, and so much that the water was splashing through the cracks in the door. This didn't seem to concern Mike one bit, it appeared normal, but I was seriously scared, this whole thing was too strange for my liking. Just about that time, he opened the bathroom door, I am not afraid of dogs usually, but I went stiff here, I couldn't move or breath. The dogs were excited, like typical dogs when they see someone they don't know, they were going nuts. Soon afterwards, thank god, another guy from the Bass Club came into the room, he sat down on the floor and the dogs flocked around him and he gave them all the attention they wanted/craved. He talked to me, he told me he liked me, he thought I was nice, he'd heard a lot about me, and he'd like to go out sometime. When I told him I had a boy-friend, he didn't care. He wanted Mike, Sandy, him and me to go out sometime, I was very hesitant. He too appeared just as dirty and scruffy as Mike did, these guys didn't look like the pretty L-N-K guys. About then one of the dogs left his side and came to mine, he sat down calmly next to me, and let me pet him, nicely, panting, and suddenly everything focused on that dog and nothing else. Then I woke up. A dream. A simple dream. Nothing else. Nothing more. Not to me anyway, I'm sure you think I'm nuts by now. I couldn't see how any of this could possible ever fit together. It just made no sense to me. From malls to Indians to malls to Mike. I was confused, but this dream stuck with me, clearly, like a movie, all day. I wrote it down even so I could remember details I thought would be important. That night, like every Thursday night, I went to my Dream Interpretation Class. I wanted to see what our teacher/instructor had to say about this one, because I was totally lost. And she has taught us that every dream means something, even the silliest little dreams have the deepest meanings. Ok. This I have to hear. I get to class and everyone is excited that one of the new comers has a dream to share with them. So I shared it with them after asking a few simple questions I had(which, BTW: your dreams only last a total of 3 or 4 minutes, and women tend to dream in color more than men). Fine. I spoke, I told my long huge dream in as much detail that I could. My teacher looked puzzled at first. "Aha!" I thought, "I've caught her on this one!" but I didn't. Not at all. She started by asking a series of questions: What does a heart represent? --Love A pink heart no less definatly love. I then was to look at another girl in my class and picture her to be an alien. What is an Indian? this was my next question, so I told the alien what an Indian is to me: Quiet, peaceful people who live on reservations. They wear a lot of make up and masks as to hide themselves. They are very wise, but don't like intruders. But if you sat down with them, and made yourself at home, and were nice and respectful to them, you would learn a world of wonders. They didn't like trouble, and often had dark skin and dark hair. Fine. What does this have to do with anything I'm wondering.. but wait.. There's more! Now, that same poor alien girl had to listen to what a mall was to me. What is a mall anyway? All I could think of was a place with a lot of people, mostly teenagers, with a ton of stores, just about any kind of store you could really want or need, a mall would have it. That was a mall to me, so thats what I told them. My teacher loved this this, she was having a field day, and I was sitting in total confusement. Basically she asked me a whole ton of questions, and made me answer them myself, or the girl I was talking to, I was basically interpreting my own dream anyhow, without even realizing it. This stuff was starting to interest me now. Simple questions, and feelings on certain things can open up a world of possibilities to a dream. From what certain colors are, to what you think a certain object/person is and what they mean to you. First I'll give you MY interpretation. I thought it had to do with Sandy and Mike. Mike is supposed to be a total guido from the bass club Loud-n-Kickin'. Now I don't know how many of you know anything about these guys, but some are really nice, or atleast half was ok, and some are total assholes with no respect for anyone, but their cars. They'd choose their cars over their girlfriends in a split second. That really irks me. I hate that. Ugh! Anyhow, this Mike guy is supposed to be a guido, short, dark hair, light eyes, nice build, etc., from what I've heard anyhow. In my dream he was beastly. Disgusting. Horrible. I thought this was myselves way of telling me that Sandy and Mike were totally wrong for each other, I know this, and I guessed this was my subconsciousness telling me that I was right, that Mike, was indeed, a beast! But, 'the true' or even better interpretation is this... The Indians, calm, peaceful, reserved people represent one side of me, of my personality. And the "MALL" represents another part of me. This dream is a struggle of my inner self, I'm trying to find out who I REALLY.. Who I want to be for the rest of my life. Most of my likes this Indian part, that is the true me. But those Indians chased me back into the mall. Is this their way of telling me to stay in the mall and enjoy my teenage years? Yes, in a way it is. The mall represents a lot of personas, everyone has them, everyone uses them, whether you're willing to admit it or not. Christine, aka, LIPS, represents the "mall", I represent the "Indians" and Sandy is stuck in between. This dream is like my struggle, I don't want to leave the mall totally, because Sandy is still there, and in many ways I'm afraid of losing her, I don't want to leave her behind. Therefor, I don't want to leave this mall just yet. I want to reserve my Indian side for the future, yet I still want to be an Indian now. Confusing? Yeah, you could say that. I'm still not 100% sure what it all means. I have a great idea, but there's got to be more of it. Where do the dogs fit in? The splashing water? I guess I'll find out in two week, in the next class. But this dream is right on target, so much of it is so right. Remember the description of the Indians? That's me almost to a T. And the MALL, that's definatly Christine, a different face for every person she meets. Dreams are very revealing.. Dream a little dream and you could be looking your future in the face without realizing it! --Cat Eye [>> Phoenix Modernz Inc. :908/830-TANJ <<] [>> Modern Textfiles Inc. 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