Wiccan Whirlpool

This was the night of 10/18, Wednesday.

The dream starts in a classroom filled with people from different times in my life.  I was talking with a former classmate about how well I did in math as I was trying to get up from a student desk.  My satchel got caught up on the edge of the desk and I couldn’t get it untangled.  Just outside of the classroom there was another room that vaguely resembled the bridge from “Event Horizon.” It was sort of roundish with a sloping ceiling with dim lights and some wood trim, so it wasn’t quite all metalic.  In that room a bunch of people were waiting for a bus with a nice man who had short grey hair.  He had some sort of control box that looked a little like a dark grey or black Etch-a-Sketch only a little more round.  It had a black screen with a monochrome green readout.  He was trying to set a force field of some kind, and we all had to gather on one side of the room for him to set the far side.  When it came time for him to set the half we were standing in we had to all crowd into the bathroom.  The readout showed one-inch-high vertical bars with numbers underneath.  He showed me the last series to set the field, 2111.

This bathroom was smallish and dimly lit.  It was in shades of grey and there was a mirror above the toilet.  Everything was very simple and modern-looking like something from IKEA.  It was spotlessly clean, and as we crowded into it there was just enough room for every person to stand with all of us scrunched together, like the space was expanding to let us in and the shrinking to fit.

When the bus finally arrived I realized that the seat numbers were different on different buses.  For some reason this was frustrating and important.

Apparently the busses took us to the mall.  Once inside I was walking up the stairs–the mall must’ve been five stories high.  On each floor there was something different, but it was all “mom clothes.”  One floor had bermuda shorts and matching patterned/sequined t-shirts.  There was a floor where I could see wind suits, and then finally something different, but it was all twiggy juniors clothing that was too skimpy or simply way too small.  The visuals people must have been doing a floor move because around one corner there were manaquin busts all over the floor, probably twenty or so, all of them dressed in different colored blouses in different fabrics.  All of these were business to evening blouses but small enough to fit a 6 year old girl.

I woke up disgusted that I couldn’t find anything to fit me.