Sigh. I'm still dreaming about high school. Which was ages ago, seriously.
Anyway, this one is about me and my schoolfriend Louise. For some reason we can fly. It's our last week of classes in our final year and I go to the bungalows where the Year 8 classes are typically held. I'm the only one there. Eventually I find my Year 8 teacher Mrs Gorey and apologise for being late. She says, it's okay, you don't really have to come to class this week, remember?
Eventually, more of us are seated, and she wipes mote from Cathy's eye. (Cathy was in my dream yesterday).
Louise and I go out and find out this amazing flying technique. It's some sort of French medieval art that's been passed down by secret societies. My first love Craig knows about it. For some reason, he's teaching other people about it, even though he's not supposed to.
Craig is easily one of the most attractive boys in my year level. All the girls want him. This was true at the time. It is true in my dream. We're all on a bus and I realise, he's got all us girls on this bus to fight it out for him. To see who can win him. I refuse to fight, believing I've no chance. Some of the other, more popular girls do stupid things to get his attention.
For some reason he's out to get others who know about this mysterious medieval French flying technique. He wants to kill them. Except those he's fathered. He points out their locations to me, on a map. I'm horrified.
This flying business ties into another part of the dream where I'm in a shopping centre, craving wading in water, and at a club full of Japanese people and talking to them in basic Japanese.