I had a strange dream last night. For one, I was a boy, and for another, I was the son of a chief. My mom and I were captured and put in a huge warehouse. Really huge. It was maybe about fourteen stories high, and I’m not exaggerating (although my brain might be). That wasn’t to say there were floors. There was just one floor – at the bottom – and there might not even have been a ceiling. I don’t remember. But there were shelves lining every wall, about a story apart, and there were trains on them. So my mom and I jumped on a train (we were at the top) and pushed it off the shelf. I don’t know what we expected to happen, but we found out pretty quick that we would die if we stayed on there. So we steered it (in the air) towards the shelf perpendicular to it and jumped. We managed to grab a bar from the train on the new shelf and pull ourselves up.
We did this until we got to the bottom. After that, everyone was chasing us and I guess my mom got away or something because I didn’t see her again. Everybody was chasing me, even the people who didn’t look like they were. I remember there was a black girl with a blue shirt and a football who didn’t look like she was chasing me but I know she was relaying my location to the others. My brother Jeff was chasing me too along with a friend of his.
I think finally I just sat down with the girl’s football under my arm and let them catch me. Figured I might as well take it like a man. Dreams where I’m a male turn out to be some of the weirdest if you ask me.