Brickface over running, moving water. Liquid in motion. An arched curve, or a straight back. It will support my weight as I stamp my feet, looking out from this mildly high peak vantage point. Parks are great places to go breathe for awhile. Booth Park and ‘Do Not Feed The Geese’ signs. Softball fields and sunflower seeds. Big League Chew and the togetherness that results in hating the opposing team and trying to curse them with your eyes, mind, and spirit. Clinking of walking aluminum baseball bats. Choking up on it to get a better grip, better control. Dusting off home plate with my cleat, and tapping the furthest edge of home plate; the right-side edge as I extend my arms like a true professional and bring that bat around to prepare for my first pitch for my first at bat of the game. Dad would say, “You hit the ball already. You just need to prove it”. The pitcher might smirk and I would return a menacing look of seriousness. The batting helmet squeezing my head. Nothing feels as good as a base hit and nothing feels worse than a strikeout; A pitch you know you shouldn’t swung at. Not swinging on strike three feels just as bad. A bridge to the past. Mind time travel.
I found myself standing on the perimeter of a graduation ceremony of sorts that was taking place in the forest. It was really a beautiful day; The sunlight was visibly streaming through the treetops and into a small clearing.
In this clearing were neatly arranged folding chairs, all taken by about-to-be graduates; All were sitting calmly. There was no talking or joking; All heads faced front. There was a wooden stage facing them and I was facing that stage, but was on the left side near the back – out of sight.
I noticed a girl (around my age, but a little younger) make her way over to a podium on the age to speak. I remember everyone looking very young. This was definitely a high school graduation/school function of sorts. I could just tell by the age of the student body.
As this girl was going up to speak, I immediately became disinterested. I really wanted to get out of there but felt hesitant about leaving. I was trepidatious; I didn’t want to break any rules, nor did I want to get in trouble for leaving. But as I continued to think about it, I realized how silly it was to feel that way; I remember inwardly reasoning something along the lines of, “I’m independent. This is my life. Why should I feel obligated to stay somewhere I don’t want to?” I was resolved to stick to my guns and not be so easily manipulated and pressured by a feeling/notion that had no logical basis. So as the speaker began, I started to walk away.
Leaving the clearing behind me, I approached a sky blue bridge. Before I could cross it, I was stopped by an administrator of sorts. He was definitely an older gentleman; Think along the
lines of a younger Cornelius Fudge. He stepped in front of my path with his back to this sky blue bridge.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.
“I’m leaving,” I said. “I don’t go [to school] here”
He refused to let me pass, but I defiantly blew past him anyway. I went over the bridge and on to another part of the forest. He did not protest, but followed me instead.
We immediately came across a small house made of large, roundish stones (like a very rudimentary cobblestone house) that was understood to be a chapel.
From the window, I saw the ghost of a priest clothed in red and gold vestments doing the Communion rites, holding the Eucharist up and whatnot. Everything inside this chapel, including the priest, was absolutely transparent. After witnessing this, I began to become very interested in going inside this small church/chapel. I told the administrator (whose role seemed to have gone from adversary to guide) to let me inside. I thought maybe he had a key.
We were on the side of the chapel, so we went to approach the front. But to my surprise, as we entered the vestibule area, the Communion scene inside was nowhere to be found. Instead the interior was full of cobwebs and dust. I thought I felt a bug on my skin and freaked out a bit, trying to brush it off.
Though that was pretty much the end of the dream, I also remember a small tidbit that came afterwards. Although, I’m not sure if it was cohesively generated as I think I woke up and made myself fall back asleep to “see what was next”. The next scene went as follows:
I found myself back in the clearing but after the “graduation ceremony” had ended. There were groups of people socializing.
I remember approaching the speaker and apologizing for walking out. She was very nice about it, assuring me not to worry. I remember her showing me the program for the event/ceremony. She pointed to the pictures of 3 girls who were in the program in black and white. She told me she had spoken on their behalf, to remember and memorialize them as they had died very recently. I did not recognize the girls nor do I remember their faces.