Dream II

I am lost in the mountains, driving frantically and trying to get back to Denver so I can write a paper that’s unfinished and late. I pull over at a lodge to call someone for directions. Gio and Phil are inside. I leave and end up at a building, house-like and raised one story off the ground by pillars. There is a porch coming out of the building with a steep staircase/ladder (like the one at Sigma Chi) leading down to the ground. Standing on the porch, I look inside and see the orchestra class painting a picture with red paint, by Parm’s instructions. Everyone is drawing two vertical lines, a long horizontal squiggly line, and then eight more vertical lines. To me, the picture looks like a face. It is apparently supposed to resemble the imagery in a piece of music the orchestra is working on. I get in an argument with Parm because she is jokingly trying to poke me with a paintbrush covered in red paint. She pokes me twice on my gray shirt with the bleached white guitar on the shoulder (on of my favorite shirts.) Seeing the two small red paint spots, I become furious, yell at her very inappropriately, and storm off. She chases after me, but I leave anyway. I get home and my parents are in the garage, fighting intensely about some car problem. Zizi is there too. Daddy is yeling and Mommy is yelling and crying. I become very overwhelmed and emotional, but am forced to snap out of it as I realize that my computer with my essay on it is in the orchestra room where I just was. I return to the retrieve it and Parm tries to get me to come inside and paint. Standing on the porch and clutching my laptop, I break down and cry because of the incident at home. Parm hugs me. When she pulls away my arms go weak. I drop the computer I’m clutching and fall backwards off the side of the porch like I’m fainting. I wake up from the sensation of falling.