June 1, 2013 Dream

A. It's Twin Day, but I'm staying home instead of going to the parade (in real life, I've never really wanted to go anyway). The part I can remember, I'm in my house, in the downstairs room that used to be my bedroom. Except instead of there being the three/four large windows, there's an opening, almost as if the room is a garage, and the garage door is open. I can't remember if it's daytime or nighttime outside, however, but my three siblings and I are in my room, and we're talking about something. The bed is horizontally facing the opening, instead of being vertically placed (like how it is right now--the room is used as a guest room nowadays). I'm pretty sure the walls are the same color, with alternating blue and yellow. But the green fuzzy carpet isn't in the room, nor are there the cabinets, or the opening for more cabinets (where there are two blue and white chairs--the same ones that were in December 25, 2012 dream-- and a brown wooden shorter cabinet). Anyway, so us four are standing in a square-ish like formation. There's a brown box in the room, the typical mailing boxes, and inside are these kinds of fireworks. They're more like bottle rockets than fireworks due to their size, but I believed them to be fireworks anyway. So there were tons of them. For some reason, we decided (or maybe it was I who decided) to light them inside the room. And that's what we did. A bunch went off at once, and we were all a bit startled. I was worried that since a few struck the ceiling, that the ceiling would cave in (the room above that room is my parents' room). We quickly tossed the fireworks to the side and checked the damage, still quite worried; apparently, we didn't think the fireworks would cause any damage. Any place the the bottle rocket fireworks struck, there was a nail-size hole, about the size of the circumference of an ordinary pencil. There were some on the ceiling, and some in the swing-open doors that look like the doors to open the food closet in the main hallway, or like those in my current room (but they aren't actually in my downstairs room).

B. This dream is somewhat connected to the first, I think. So, I'm in a large-ish room, along with a few dozen other teenagers. In the dream, I could recognize almost all of them (so they probably were either from my high school or middle/elementary school, or something to that effect). We were playing all kinds of games. I can't remember the specific order of the games, though. I was myself for the first portion of the dream. The games were more active and required moving around (so no card games, board games, etc). At one moment, we all formed a large circle and faced the person in front of us, and then we did the 'rollar-coaster,' which my school does during sports events. After some time, we were doing this somewhat competition. My Chinese teacher was there, and we all were given a textbook of vocabulary words, and we were supposed to go over to her and give a recitation of something that we made up. The person who did the best recitation, with the most complex are varying vocab words, along with fluency and whatnot, would win big points. A few people went ahead of me, and then I went over to her. She was on the left middle side of the room, sitting on a chair (an ordinary grey chair with metal-ish frames and a more cushiony seat part). I sat down on the seat next to her (the two seats were facing each other) and I began my recitation. While walking over to her a few moments ago, I had flipped through the textbook and mentally created a story. The teacher liked me a lot in the dream (as she does in real life) and gave me an encouraging smile. I launched into the story about a boy and a girl going to a panda's house to eat pudding and drink some drink. They are happy and then they return home. The panda's name was Xiao _something_ (I highly doubt that whatever word I said was an actual Chinese word, but in the dream, it meant panda). For some reason, the recitation took a reeaaalllly long time, and I kept stumbling over words and everything. But the teacher kept encouraging  me. Other students that were waiting in line to do the recitation walked off to do other things in the room. In the dream, the word pudding wasn't even in the textbook, but I just suddenly said it so I can continue on with the story. And it took me a few seconds to remember the phrase 'return home.' After that, I ended my recitation.
BA. Right after I finished the recitation and the following few seconds, I transformed into a boy somewhere between the ages of 8-12. I can't remember what he looked like, although I'm pretty sure he had darker hair, and he didn't have blue eyes. He (who was the 'narrator' at the moment, so, me) saw a girl in the room (she was the only one who wasn't a teenager--everyone was 16-21, I'd say-- and was about the same age as himself). She was crying, and he instinctively knew that it was because she was facing problems with an abusive father at home. He also immediately knew that after the event, her father along with several other men would take her back home, which she didn't want to do. They probably were childhood friends or something to that effect. In his mind, he was thinking, 'Good thing I took so long to do the recitation because that will stall the time she is here; her father won't come to pick her up until the event is over.' And so he ran over to her, grabbed her hand, and ran out of the room, with her following. Outside the room, it almost looked like a hotel, with the red carpets and fancy-ish appearance. He lead the girl to one of the two (three? or maybe even four?) elevators nearby, and they went inside. He quickly clicked floor 21 (I think that is the highest floor), and he also accidentally clicked floor 19 while doing so. The elevator was actually very spacious; it probably could fit three beds, or something like that. The girl was standing on the opposite side (the buttons were only on the right side, where the boy was standing). The boy, leaning his back against the wall, slid down and sat on the ground. The girl mimicked his actions, not crying anymore but still cautious-like. He asked her if she was okay, and they talked for a short bit. The girl has a piece of paper with her; it's some kind of evidence of something, but I can't remember, and it's folded a couple of times and wrinkled. I think it's just regular printing paper. The boy asks the girl to keep it for safekeepings, just in case she is caught by her father and the other men, and she hands it over. The elevator stopped on floor 18, and a middle aged woman walked. She had an expensive look to her, with a expensive fur coat, a nice handbag, high heels, etc. When she walks into the elevator, they quickly stand up to their feet. She began talking to the two of them, quite amiably. But the boy was suspicious of her, and he quickly grabbed the girl's hand once again and ran out of the elevator (which was still open--it wasn't closing shut either). The floor has red carpet, just like a Mariott hotel. They go into the next-door elevator. While changing elevators, the boy sees a family (that I know in real life--they go to my church; I used to be good friends with a girl my age until about 4th grade). They go into the elevator and go either up or down, I can't remember.

C. Later on, the girl is gone. I run outside of the large building to look for her. It's starting to rain. I notice that there are at least ten or twelve men standing near the front of the building. The building, from the outside, almost looks like a museum; it's white and has some columns. There are white small steps to go up there. The men are standing on the platform in front of the entrance; they all are wearing black suits and sunglasses, with no expression whatsoever on their countenances. I glance at them for a moment then continue on, worried that the girl might be in trouble. And then I see my siblings and my mom (about this time, I transform back into normal me). I stop in front of my mom, suddenly remembering how I busted the ceiling and closet of my room with those bottle rocket fireworks. I'm a bit nervous to what her reaction might be. But instead she gives me a nice and warm long hug, which was quite comforting. We exchanged some words (but she didn't mention the fireworks at all, which made me wonder whether she knew about it or not). And then we departed from one another, and I went off, looking for the girl, still anxious about if her father had taken her away or not. I suppose I didn't really consider that the suspicious looking men in front of the building could have been those guys.. but yeah.