Finally - A Dream Worth Writing About

Don't think that I haven't been writing about my dreams because I don't feel like it - I haven't been writing about them because they've been nonexistant. For about a month or two I remembered most of my dreams and all of them were interesting; dreams I took to writing down because I didn't want to forget them. And then, out of nowhere, I stopped remembering. My mind was clear every morning. Even if the feeling and scent of a dream was still lingering when I awoke, it disappared before I could grap it, or I forgot in a second and let it slip away. After all, it was only a fragment, nothing I could really write in detail about. I finally had a bizarre dream, which is always the best kind, excluding the dreams I wish were my real life.
Last night my dream had a dark atmosphere where the spectrum of colors were mostly shades of blue and gray. It reminded me of the atmosphere of Twilight, which coincides with the dream itself. I was with this man whose face I never saw clearly. I say "man" instead of "boy" because he was definitely not my age. He must have been in his late teens or early twenties. Maybe even his mid-twenties...I can't really be sure because I never saw him clearly, but I know for sure he wasn't as young as me. His hair was black is the only detail I remember, and that the dream was sort of a choppy version of the first half of Twilight. I met him at my friend's party or something and talked to him because no one else was. He gave me a ride home and a few days later I ran into him somewhere else. (This is kind of killing me that it's so vague but I can't remember any details.) I started going out with this guy and everyone was telling me he was no good, there was something weird about him that made him a social outcast, but I didn't care. There wasn't much more than that...I wish I could remember everything but oh well.
Then my dream switched gears completely and I was standing on the side of the track at my high school with Emily. We were in gym class and everyone was running the mile except the two of us. We were hiding from the teacher so we wouldn't have to run, although by "hiding" I mean we stood like statues facing the bleachers and didn't move. It sounds ridiculous because obviously the teacher would have been able to see us...but I guess it was one of those situations where you're safe if you stay still, like with an animal or something. My dream switched gears again and I was still in gym class, but Emily was replaced by Ellary and we were at one of the softball fields in the back of my elementary school. The only difference was that is seemed enlarged and the outfield was filled with hills and holes. The ground was completely uneven and moved like there was a giant snake squirming underneath the grass. There was another boy there who I cannot remember and my gym teacher. She was wearing a purple shirt and gray pants which is very strange because she's never worn a purple shirt before. She told the unknown boy, Ellary, and I to run the mile on the field. The boy immediately shot ahead of us and Ellary and I started out at the same pace. After a minute or two she went ahead of me until she tripped and fell. It seemed like slow motion though, they way she fell, like it took way too long for it to happen. I noticed that the ground sank when she landed. I should have been worrying about if she was okay or not but instead I stupidly thought that I could catch up to her now. She got up right as I became even with her and together we jogged to the sloppy outfield. There was a huge hill that dipped to form a moat-like hole before it touched the infield. I didn't want to waste my time running all the way around because it would slow down my time, so I ran through the dip in the ground. However, when I set foot there, the rest of the ground vibrated in reaction. The moat grew larger until I fell down and the hill seemed more like a tidal wave about to overtake me. I started flailing my arms and calling for help. Not only was the hill about to wipe me clean out but the ground was sticky. There was no way I could get up on my own. I yelled and yelled for help until Emily Block (not the same person as the first Emily) came. She was wearing an orange North Face (which she doesn't have in real life) and eating one of those salads that Rebecca always makes fun of her for because it looks way too first class to be a school lunch. She held her salad in one hand and helped me out of the hole with the other. I took off running and got 9:57 on the mile. Three seconds less than I needed to pass.

I hope I have another dream tonight.