Secret Within the School

Its early in the morning, school has just started. Its fare out, the sun sorta hidden by overcast. Yet, not dark. Moreover towards a morning dawn and into shades of grey(something reminds me that there is a yellow beem of light through the cast over in the sky).

Walk into this building with many other children, primary school. The students look about twelve thru 15 perhaps in age, at least the ones I can see going about there buisness.

Walking through the school doors, my attitude turnes from nervous and new, changing and becoming expectant and feeling like I've been here before. This brought feelings of strangeness, and inner surfing thru mind. I quickly see in a flash residual image, me; but not really me because did not look like me. (Somehow, taking back stage in the mind; observing and being quiet. Did not realize I was being a tag along in this dark brown/black short haired boy of about medium build and around twelve or 13 years of age, until now.)

I observe this boy from within kinda.

So, all the school is moving along, classes are begining and children and faculty are hurrying along for classes. My friends come along and we meet up; memories withing this boy's mind recognise his friends, history. They are like the tough loners and somehow well known and respected by many. Some of the teachers that have known these boys think of them as the troubled ones that go against the grains.

They find there way quite fast into there class and are walking with the group through the hallways.

(something occures within me while seeing the inside of this school, da ja-vu.)

I share this feeling and strangeness of thinking; it verbally comes out my mouth or out the mouth of the pre-teen. (My/His) friends give frowns back and do not respond as we are contuning to walk fast thru the halls. There are about three of us, we enter doors and walk thru them. I'm feeling like I know this place and been here in my dreams before. (The school boy is now in the background of the mind as if asleep or in a day-dream. My excitement has brought me forward about recalling this school dream before. I take over with my dream recall, of other times I've been here in dreams. I'm still in the 12 year old's body and the friends think I'm the boy(there friend); they get upset cause I not being myself to them and can't really figure things out.)

So at this stage I'm excitted and know where each door is leading to 'cause have access to the boy's mind and my "other" dreams that I can recall slugishly.

I know we are about to enter a large gym, and there are rooms, changing rooms coming up.

Know enough to go around from the gyms enterences, and go thru the changing rooms. Inside the change room, one of the friends of the boy picks up a pair of jockys and laughs as he throws it at the other boy. I observe fast that the benches have the kids clothes in piles, there must have been about twenty different piles of clothes under the hooks, telling me there are at least 20 kids participating in physical edjucation class. I kinda laughed as I saw these two friends joking around by tossing the undies at each other. But, it was my serious side that frowned my disaproval at there conduct, and thoughts of being caught upset me. Now, something occured and made me fully take controle or seperate from the boy. Could not tell yet which way it was, to me it felt like a shift in the dream without missing a beat of the action.

We left the change room and a small narrow hallway leading up a flight of stairs was what was pulling me. This felt to compelling and just right. The boy's mind took of that feeling of abscents or day-dreaming quietness while I moved forward in mind. (I thought it was me, and I thought I was observing the boy and his actions while in the dream; it was somewhat bizarre to experience in the dreams, it was different, and best of all now recognizing the feelings now once awake. How I'm writing this well enough you all can understand?)

So, back to the stairwell going up; its all white and at the very top is a sorta door. Its closed and I know I'll be able to open it up, go thru and experience whats on the otherside. Half way up the white hallway and steps; the alarms are going off!!!  teachers are telling the students to leave the school right away. I seperate like a floating soft feather, the dark haired boy has reached the top where the door is. He seems puzzled, unsure and paused sitting at the top of the steps. I'm below observing the teachers, students; hearing them shout over the loud alarm that I somehow see as red, they are asking the boy's friends where there friend is.

They share what they know with a tall male teacher, they run to the white hallways and look up the stairs.

This is where I come back and re-enter the boy, experiencing from his being and our combined perceptions. The portal is open and we go thru as the boy. Its another world, there are red wave lengths thru the air for just a few moments in a flash! Its new for both of us, as I've never made it this far in any of the other dreams.

The other side of the portal is like the other side of a window, just stepped thru it. (Not sure if I remember this of if its a feeling, its of sunshine and light, the lands are green and fresh, trees and more.)

I seperate or expand my awareness of aura, the other side in the school the teacher and students wonder about the boy, they know what they saw but are not sure to believe it. they know he went thru a door in the wall or perhaps a window, they wonder does he come back. They almost think they can see him and call out, more are gathering but are to afraid to stand around because of the fire alarm or alarm going off. The top of the stairs begins to morph, wripple and become the window they imaging they boy going thru. A teacher or two wonder if the worst has happend and if the boy jumped out the window, they feared death. They do not speak of this, they are wondering if it could be a magical portal and fear reaching beyond there safe boundaries of there known reality in life.

Moving back to the boy, he is alive and well. He is over his fear, astonishingly amazed and in some sort of inbetween tunnel. The other world in like this one and he can see beyond the school, over open fields and farther beyond. Can hear the teachers and the students, the alarms.

(Unsure if he comes back or moves thru; he is different now and whichever choice he/we choose its all different now)

*I wake up briefly making a mental note to remember this dream to post here on Sea-Life, then, go back to sleep.

walking into a welthy apartment building, my own age, short hair and well dressed(Just Cut my long hair couple days ago in waking life). I locate the elevator quickly and know to press #10 once inside; other tenents come in the elevator before the doors close. Pressing the wrong floor at first, I blush and smile towards the other tenents. The woman with the thick lush brown/blonde hair look known to me, but not sure why. I'm given a bottle of beer and eased into just relaxing while we elevate up to the floors above in the glass elavator. Its night time and the streets below are dark except for the street lights and lamps.

I wonder when I get out of the elevator on the tenth floor if I have the key to my new apartment; no worries. The neibours down the hall welcome me with loving smiles and good feeling energies and another bottle of beer is given to me; now carrying two bottles of beer, one has a dark glass bottle look and the other is a light bottle look(even a regular beer and the other a lite beer).

Turn right after getting off the elevator and walk to the end of the hall. There is a new door on my apartment with the keys in it; there is a red bicycle in working order in front of the other door that was taken off of my apartment. Opening up the door to my apartment I notice it has furnishings, and my cat named Fox is laying on the floor inside, he looks at me and seems happy and content I'm home. I set the bicycle inside and take notice of how the frame is different than other bicycles, it looks better.

EOD

*( It seemed as if for hours I was debriefing my dreams to people, sharing over the entire dreams, even more than I write here to you all at Sea-Life, not awake and not asleep, somewhere between.)

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