Dream- February 15th 2009

Sam and I were going to Prom together; however, he was going to be coming late because of a tennis thing. So I was there with Damayanti, who didn’t have a date for one reason or another, waiting for Sam. We were there barely any time at all, maybe 20 minutes, when Damayanti turned to me and said the dance was really boring and said she was going to leave. She took my hand and we left, I wanted to fight it, but I didn’t. I never saw Sam.

Then I was somewhere—I don’t remember where—thinking about how I hadn’t gotten a single picture, or what’s worse, I hadn’t gotten to dance with Sam. I thought to myself, “Well, there’s always next time.” My stomach dropped as I realized that I was at Prom, my senior prom. There was no next time. That was depressing to say the least.

Then, because my dreams like to change scenery quickly and without warning, I was in the car, being driven to school by Dad. Apparently we were both aware that there was some sort of construction going on up at school. Dad kept saying that he hoped they hadn’t made the building too modern—apparently that’s what was going on in most other places; over modernization, I mean. We came around the corner and saw the school. East was probably two stories higher than it was before the construction. Actually, it was all together larger. There was almost no space between the building and the sidewalk. All of the grass around the edge of the school was gone, and all of the windows were full-wall windows. The building looked as though it were made entirely of glass. There was a huge chandelier hanging in the main hall which now had a sort of marble flooring. I asked Dad how they managed to avoid the Hysterical Society with this one. The Hysterical Society is what my family calls the Historical Society because they have very strict policies on what can and can’t be changed on certain homes. I don’t remember Dad’s response (but the real life response would be that East isn’t in the Hysterical Society district). I got out of the car and Dad drove away. I looked at the severely transformed school and burst into tears. I kept thinking that I wanted Sam, I needed to find Sam. So continuing to cry, I began my search for Sam. I wandered through the school, having no idea where I was. I looked in all of the usual places, but the usual places were all very different. The student council room was now just a corner by the staircase with a single table and some chairs. I made my way down to the place where the band room normally is, and walked out of the doors that my family knows as “the band room doors.” I walked along the outside of the building, sort of balancing along the edge. I looked inside at one point and saw an elaborately decorated room, filled with circular tables covered in white table cloths. At each place there was a HUSH button signifying who was to sit where. I tried to look to see where Sam would be seated, but I could not make out any of the names. The dream ended before I found Sam.