Dreams & Movies

I can't remember my dream from last night, but two nights ago I had multiple dreams in one night, so I figured I'd document them here. I hate forgetting dreams, especially those times when you wake up and you can still feel the dream lingering at the front of your mind. All of your senses are still trapped in the dream, and it's so close. But it seems that as soon as you try to grasp it, it disappears. Because that frustrates and upsets me so much, I want to get this in writing before I slack off and eventually forget it.
First I dreamt that I was at a softball field, and my sister's travel team was playing, except my sister wasn't there. My father wanted me to play softball so bad that he disguised me as my sister and put me out in left field. Me, being the bitch that I am, gave him attitude about it, and refused to cooperate. Whenever a ball was hit to me, I stood there and didn't movie. It felt extremely satisfying, but my dad wanted to smack me. When the game ended, we started arguing, and I really started to think he was going to smack me, but then one of the other coaches came back with pizza and we stopped yelling. The three of us were sitting at a table exactly like the one my grandparents have on their back porch. The legs of the table are made of metal, which is painted white but flaking horribly, and the top is blurry glass. There's a hole in the middle where a green umbrella sticks through, and come to think of it, everything besides the table was green in that dream. The grass was unnaturally green, too bright to be real, and everything else was white, even the sky. My dad and the other coach were too busy shoveling pizza in their mouths to argue with me, and they didn't even offer me any pizza. Not that I would have taken one.
There was no segway between my dreams. All of a sudden I was sitting on a pool deck outside a hotel, and everything surrounding me was blue, purple, or dark red. All of the furniture, the color of the hotel, right down to the railings on the stairs. I don't know where my sister and my father were, but it was just my mother and I staying in our room. The hotel was pretty crappy. We had a decent sized room and bathroom, but everything looked a hundred years old. The bed was sagging to the point where I feared it would collapse if I laid on it. So I didn't, which explains why I was outside on the pool deck at night. My sister's coach was there, not sitting in a lawn chair, but lying on the concrete, one blanket below him and one blanket beneath. Not surprisingly, the blankets were purple and dark red. He looked at me and said, "I'm going to take a champion nap." I looked at him funny and asked what a "champion nap" was. As if I was an idiot or something, he said, "It's when you win a game and you're so proud of yourself, you need to nap. You're a winner, but you're tired. You don't take regular naps. You take champion naps." I didn't know what to say to this, so I kept quiet and watched him sandwich himself in between the two blankets, which appeared hard and unmoving. My mother and my aunt were coming in through the entrance to the pool area, and since I didn't feel much like talking with them, I left. After a minute or so I realized that my mother had the key for our hotel room, so I was wandering around when a small boy stopped in front of me. He was no more than five years old, with caramel brown hair and eyes that looked black but I hoped weren't. He didn't say anything, but he kept looking up at me with his dark eyes and I asked in babying voice, "Are you lost?" The boy smiled in a way that gave me chills, and he laughed, saying, "Far from it. Let's go." I had no idea who he was, but I followed him anyway. He was strangely small, but he spoke as if he was a man. I don't mean his voice was deep like a man's, but his dialect and word choice proved him older and more intelligent than I assumed. I followed this strange boy to his hotel room, except it was more like five rooms. One of the beds was crumpled in the way I thought mine would collapse, but he said it was a fair trade for getting more than one room. Sitting cross-legged in the middle of one room was another boy. He was taller than the first one, but his eyes were bright green and large. He looked up at me, sneered, and asked, "What, is your hotel room only one room?" Now I felt stupid, but I would have felt worse if he caught me lying, so I told him the truth, yes, we only had one room. After that, everything gets a little fuzzy, but I remember going back to the pool deck alone and asking my mom for the key. It was midnight now, but she wouldn't hand it over, and that's where the dream cuts off.
Next thing I know, I was walking through the front doors of my high school. It was the first day back from Christmas break, and I was early. I decided to walk around the bottom floor and find one of my friends before heading upstairs to my locker. The majority of the bottom floor is one large square, except everything was white with certain tiles being red or green. It looked almost like the tiles in my old elementary school. Another weird aspect was that the farther and faster I walked, the more the square seemed to grow and expand, preventing me from ever making it all the way around. The halls got more and more crowded, but I couldn't find a single friend. Somehow I wound up walking next to this girl I've seen maybe five times in my life, never talked to. Her name is Ashley, and I was walking next to her and someone else I can't remember. We passed by Lee (the kid in my algebra and insights class), and Ashley waved to him. He waved back and pointed a finger at me, but he looked different. His shoulders were broad and his neck thicker, almost as if he spent his entire Christmas break in the gym. It was weird, but the hallway was so crowded I didn't have any room to take another look at him. I broke free from Ashley and started walking faster, through mobs of people, until I found my way out of the square. I finally found the commons, and it was then I realized I forgot my locker number and combination. I freaked out, trying to think back, when one of my friends yelled my name from the other side of the commons. She was wearing an aqua green hoodie I've never seen before and carrying her tote bag over her shoulder as she ran towards me. I yelled back that I needed to find my locker and she could come if she wants, but I'm not being late to class.
Finally I woke up.

Now, completely off the topic of dreams, I saw The Curious Case of Benjamin Button this morning (yes, this morning, my best friend and I went at 11:30 AM because that's when all the cool kids go to the movies). I expected it to be really great but sort of drag on. I was surprised when it didn't. The movie didn't feel long at all, and I absolutely loved it. In most movies, it's a story being told of a certain time in someone's life. It's a part of their life; the key word here being "part." In Benjamin Button, you get to see his entire life unfold. It's quite a powerful movie. I would write more about it, but I'm tired of typing now. Maybe later.