I had a dream last night of me at this place; It was so weird because like I was in some other period of time or something like the forties and I clearly was not in Memphis , TN anymore. I was this woman who had on like all white dress thing like some of my other dreams and my hair was really long and I was walking around the place for some reason and it was so weird. I had went to some concert thing too it was classical and then it was also modern it was very strange.
There were kids here at school who were like younger generation and the band program was back and I had walked up on the stage to watch them from behind and at first, they sounded bad but then this one beautiful little girl started to play the clarinet and it was the most beautiful music I have ever heard in my life. I clapped and cheered I was truly happy for her the music touched my soul and I sort of had tears in my eyes. I looked out in the crowd and I had saw Ms. Williams, my A.P U.S History teacher from last year and she was staring at me.
I then heard Will's thoughts of someone else and so I didn't even feel any pain or anything and I ran away to look for him. I found myself on like a little balcony thing like at those play shows, the balcony like thing that over looks the stage or I was on the stage; I think i was on the stage I don't know really. Anyway, I looked out in the crowd and I saw other people dressed in period clothing and from like middle school who I haven't seen in forever and Faucia had on black and so I ran out to look for him and this person and couldn't find him at all.
I then found a hall way it was so weird ; it was a house sort of place and it was like something literally off of the Pianist the movie. Like those sorts of houses. I went by the door and it kept opening and it was so annoying because the maid kept telling me that maybe it was my mother and I was like why the eff do you keep talking about my mother? The door would open and close on it's own and we never could see who it was leaving or entering but this maid always said "Maybe it's your mother" she had an accent too that was like Jewish accent.
So then, I remember something about an earthquake and then the floor; it was tiled it was really pretty I remember the warm hues of orange, yellow, black they were dark colors and sort of faded in a sense ; like how the painting is in the Sistine Chapel at the top of the ceiling. The floor became messed up and it was like the floor was rising to be stairs or that the earthquake did it. I was expecting for the maid to help me ; she was maybe an older sort of lady I have never seen her before.. in life and she rushed before me up the stairs and I followed and there was a door way up there but I had expected her to help me because I was scared to stand up on my own and she wouldn't help me she refused and then at the last step when I had stood up she helped me when I really needed it to pull myself up over the ledge.
I then went back in the hallway from where I left the audience from and I saw Adolf Hitler and some weird looking woman going up the stairs ; I for some reason told him his hair was nice? He had long hair ? The woman looked like a hooker... I don't know what this meant at all.
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