I’m running away from something down a mountain road covered by trees with someone that I’ve just met (I know that what I was running from and why the person was with me was established in the dream, but unfortunately I’ve forgotten that part.) Eventually we come to a sheet of rock, part of the side of the mountain, with no trees covering it.
The person I’m with pushes part of the rock to the side, revealing a small cave. “In here,” he says. “Go in here and follow the passage all the way in. Don’t come out – you’ll find out what else to do once you’re all the way inside.”
I do as he says. In the distance I can see some dull blue strips of lights. As I near the end of the passageway, I see that the room with the blue lights is enormous. With the exception of the dull blue lights, the room is completely dark. I walk to the middle of the room and do a 360°, scanning the rom for a door or some sort of clue as to what to do. But I see nothing. All of a sudden the room starts to shake, and the walls begin to rearrange. The blue lights turn red. The next thing I know, the room is brightly lit by dome-lights hanging overhead. The walls, previously black with blue light strips, are now off white. The room is empty with the exception of a long trestle table on one side. There are a bunch of teenage girls sitting around the table, talking and doing crafts. There is one seat open. I go to take it.
When I sit down, none of the other girls look at me; they just continue with their conversation and their crafts. I lean forward and look down the rest of the table. I then see another girl I know in real life names Melissa. Although we were friends for a short time in elementary school, she quickly developed the confrontational, annoyed-with-everyone, act-and-dress-way-too-sexy-for-my-weight type attitude, and I eventually grew to be unable to stand her (whereas she was unaware of my existence). For some reason an overwhelming feeling of mean-spiritedness comes over me.
I get up and walk over to her. I knock her off her chair and she hits the floor with a dull thud. Using her chair as a stepladder, I climp up onto the table and look down at her, laughing and making fun of her, saying things like, “All the boyfriends you say you’ve had are made up,” and, “I don’t get why you always try to be cool, you fat, ugly idiot.”
Mid-taunt, she gets up and walks away. I keep lauging and making fun until she’s walked so far away that I can’t even see her anymore. Feeling unusually great, I jump off of the table and go back to my seat. I plop down and hear the girl next to me say, “…how we got here, and -”
I cut her off: “I came here through a mountain passageway.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she says, “I didn’t know anyone was talking to you.” She gives me a dirty look and continues her conversation with the girl across from her.
As I begin to continue the craft that I had started before making fun of Melissa, another person comes through the passageway. It is an older woman, probably in her mid 50s.
“Does anyone want to go to Germany?” she asks.
I gladly volunteer myself, although only four other girls show my same enthusiasm. The lady turns on her heel and swings her arm in a throwing motion, telling us to follow her the way she came.
Cut to a hotel in Germany, where the other four girls and I have been packed into a cabin with no electricity with a couple of boys. The mid-50s woman comes in to the room.
“Get your things packed up, we’re heading back home!” she says. “Ten minutes!”
The boys and the four other girls had already packed their things the previous night. My stuff, however, was strewn all over the cabin. I began to sprint around the apartment, gathering my clothes and toiletries and stuffing them into my suit case. As I am checking under a bed for loose socks and underwear, I hear the heavy cabin door slam closed. I spring up and jump over the row of beds, one bed a a time, and into the living room. Everyone is gone. I open the front door, but no one is anywhere to be found. I run around the entire cabin, but I still do not find them.
I head to the nearest cabin, and I find that it is the man who owns the grounds and rents the cabins out to people. I tell him that my group has left me there and ask him to use the phone, but he tells me that the phone is for paying customers only, and since the mid-50s woman had payed for the cabin, she was the only person that had access to the phone. I try to explain to him that she has already checked out – without me! – but he just asks me to leave.
Sulking, I exit his cabin. I can hear music in the distance, and I then remember seeing a flier for a fair being held in a clearing somewhere on the camp ground. Eventually I find it, and to my joy it is packed with people.
I dart desperately from person to person. “Can I use your cell phone?” I ask.
“Oh, um, no…” one woman says hesitantly.
“Sorry, I don’t lend those types of things out,” another says.
“Ich spreche kein Englisch,” a man replies.
Nobody seems to want to help me. Defeated, I wander into a tent selling barbecue sandwiches. The lady at the table looks like an American. “Are you American?” I ask hopefully.
“Yup,” she replies.
“Can you help me get home!?” I ask.
“Whaddya mean?” she asks. I tell her my story.
“Well sure, I think somethin’ can be arranged. Go back by that grill over there and talk to my son Alex. He’ll help you.”
Alex calls a friend who buys me a plane ticket, and when the fair is over, they take me to the airport. I thank them for their help and board the plane home.
When I arrive at OIA, I stop at a payphone to call my mom. “Hey mom, it’s me, I’ve been stuck in Germany but I’m at the airport now. Can you come pick me up?”
“What? Is this some kind of prank? Not funny, ma’am!” she says, hanging up.
I decide to walk home. On the way, I stop by a ToysRUs and wander through the aisles. In the Lego aisle, I spot a lone See-n-Say that has been taken out of it’s box.
“Oh my god, I love these!” I shout with glee.
Forgetting the traumatizing past few days, I sit on the floor to play with it.
“The cow says ‘MOOOOOOO’ . The duck says ‘QUACK’“.
