43 — Razor Wheels

December 6, 2008



From W.

The weirdest dream I’ve ever had:  my wheelchair has razor wheels and it cuts up the hardwood floor in my living room, the carpet in the den, the linoleum in the kitchen.  My mom is furious and she tells me to get out and go to school and not come back.  When I get to school everyone’s looking at me weird and saying my wheelchair looks stupid, so I speed down the hall where the lockers all are cutting off people’s feet.  There’s blood everywhere, a river of it, with feet bobbing up and down. I’m bobbing in the river and my wheelchair is floating away– I can’t get to it.  I start to go under.   I wake up so scared it was real.

28 — The Giver

December 1, 2008

The only thing I remember was that I was running around a mall. A gray mall, either that or it was an office building. All the kids at my school (highschool) was there. Even some tourists and businessmens. I was running to the other side of the building when the light there, automatically shut off and the words WARNING SOMEONE STEPPED ON LINE appeared. I was like, ‘what line’? I ran back embarassed. But the people around me, didn’t seem to notice.

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27 — 451289

December 1, 2008


a_day_in_the_parkFrom J.  It was a nice cool afternoon that day at my house in North Carolina, so I decided to go for a stroll down the nature trail that runs behind my house. I usually used my power wheelchair but that day I felt like getting a little exercise so I hopped in my manual wheelchair, grabbed my coat, and left my house. I started down the nature trail, going as slow as possible so I could just admire the flowers and bask in the tranquility and the peace of mind that nature brings to me. As I’m rolling along I see the grass move.

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26 – Special Education

November 29, 2008

From Z.  

This dream is hard for me to admit… I teach teenagers with special needs and lately I’ve been having dreams about having sex with my students.  Really, they’re more like nightmares.  At least once a week I’ll have one.  Sometimes it’s consensual and sometimes I’m being held down against my will.  One I really remember was one of the bigger kids in the class holding me down and calling me a “dumbass” or a “retard.”  This kid is kind of the class bully and he’s always out of line, calling other kids names and getting physical with them.  I know I’m supposed to be impartial but I really don’t like this kid.  I’ve had a few dreams about him.  Sometimes I get away from him and sometimes I don’t.  Most of the dreams take place in the classroom or somewhere else in the school (behind the bleachers, out back at the dumpster, in my car, etc.) 

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