Puffin

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This dream probably came from the fetal pig dissection I did in Biology class last week.

I was outside in the front playground of my school. The campus was very large; there was a plain, grassy field stretching from the front double-doored entrance of the building to at least fifty metres outwards; you'd then hit a straight, relatively open black metal fence and on the other side would be traffic, immediately after a sidewalk. The average-sized parking lot was on the right-hand side of the field. In the grass-covered field was a strip of neat, undivided track that looped all the way around, but not quite right at the edges of the field. It left the outside foot or two of the field uncovered, with more grass.

I was on the track, walking towards a crowd of people, probably ten or so. A few others would walk towards it as this section of the dream went on. The crowd was concentrated in a small bunch; as I was walking, there were more people on the right than on the left; on the left was a teacher that I could not identify, but she had short ginger hair and glasses, and looked about the age of 55 or so. She looked up at me as I came down the track and stopped to look at what was causing the commotion.

There was a younger girl on the ground, probably around 10 or so. She was heavier-built and had olive skin, dark (probably black) hair, and was wearing a cream dress with pink and red flowers. It was a pretty outfit, however, she was lying there and I didn't know why.

"What's happening?" I asked someone to my right, and not the teacher.

"She's losing blood," they replied.

I looked at the girl again; she was barely moving but she was clearly in pain. For what the dream's worth, I somehow believed that she really was becoming anemic, even though I could see absolutely no injuries or blood at all, and I (along with everyone else) couldn't do anything to help her. After a few moments, the girl rolled over to rest on her back and didn't move.

I wasn't sad, but rather furious. I turned and started angrily walking towards the front doors of the school, passing a drop-off loop that was winding around a central rise in the ground, covered in grass with two regular-sized trees. I pushed open the doors, which were mostly glass with teal frames, and ten walked five or six more steps. I pushed through a second set of doors and then got into the main foyer, or atrium of the school. Light poured in as it would in real life; the ceiling was three stories high, and paned with glass. I looked straight forward - the front reception desk was a few half-steps down, about ten metres away. I looked at the person behind the wide, clean desk that had a room behind it, with large white photocopiers and printers. She was a woman in her mid-twenties, fair-skinned and with glasses. Her hair was dirty blonde colored, and she was wearing dark gray work attire, with a pink and dark red tie.

I started to walk towards her. "Hey." The tone of my voice was accusatory, frank, and impatient.

When she didn't look up, I spoke again, louder this time, completely pissed off now (but sure that what I was doing was right) - "hey!"

She looked up at me as I reached the desk.

"You mother f&$@%#s, you just let a kid die when you could have done something about it!" I scolded angrily, throwing my hand in her face.

She flinched a bit, stood up, and then asked me to follow her. I veered to the right of the desk, walking through a polished wooden door with a brass doorknob. When I opened the door, I saw the woman on the other side - she must have gone through a door in the room on her side of the desk, was my reasoning. I entered a hallway, with slightly dimmed lighting. The hallway was fairly short, probably only 8 metres long, and had light grey walls.

I followed her down the hallway and it opened up into a room that had a warm coloration to it - maroon flooring with detailed gold-colored patterns on it. The room had four wall, and was rectangular in shape. On one of the longer walls, there were five or six large panes of glass for windows. Looking outside, one would see the small clearing of what looked like a rainforest... A well-lit rainforest, where you could see the pale yellow tint of the sun beig caught on the vegetation. The windows provided a perfect, non-cloudy and unobstructed view of this, but I paid next to no attention to it.

In the middle of the room, going along the length of it with a few feet to spare on either side, was an island-like bar. On it were hamster and bird cages, mostly black. I remember looking inside one and seeing a green/yellow parakeet, and a pink plastic hamster wheel. We turned to the left to go around the bar; once we got around to the other side, I saw crates on the floor - for cats. I saw inside one as I walked by, observing; there was a pale orange tabby whose face almost looked like it could smile at me - almost elastic.

We kept walking down the other side of the bar, and then the woman opened a door; we went through it and got to some sort of storage facility - concrete floors painted a light pale blue, with some paint peeling here and there to reveal pale, darker yellow crust underneath. The walls were basic, unfinished-looking concrete. The place didn't look "run down", but it could've used a paint job and some new light fixtures - the yellow, saucer-shaped lightbulbs, with a texture like that of a car headlight, were cracked. The lighting was fairly normal, though. Well, for a warehouse.

The room was lined with a few large fridges, and lots of cardboard boxes. I also remember explicitly seeing a black stereo... One of those big, rectangular black ones with te antenna sticking out. We turned a corner and were now facing a wall with yet another door. This door had ice, or frost around the edges, and was metal, almost dark red in color. The woman was still ahead of me, leading me, so I let her open the door.

I walked in and I saw frozen animals hanging by string from the ceiling; it was that straw-like stuff; thinner but strong. The animals were basically just meat, no skin or anything. It was like looking at a sirloin steak, except it wasn't just the sirloin but the whole cow (or pig!). The animals actually looked like they could be thrown onto a big barbecue and cooked; there was a few pieces of frost and crystallized ice on them and this just made them look really appetizing.

I casually looked at the animals as we walked down the room, curving over to the right, passing a large, light gray horizontal freezer. The woman turned around, and her appearance had changed - now, she was a few years younger, had lighter blonde hair, and was wearing a white doctor's coat. "This might be a bit disturbing", she told me as she pulled out a pig's head. Again, it wasn't bloody or anything nasty; it looked just like, well, frozen meat. The jaw was missing, with a flat indent along the cheek as if someone had pressed the flat side of a knife's blade into it.

"See that?" she asked me as I walked a step closer, but keeping my distance. "That's how the jaw was removed."

That's all I can remember.