Two glowing heads, going into the light together

Hi,

I had another dream. This one was more random than disturbing, but confusing all the same.

I’m in the hallways of my old school, watching a boy that’s at the end of it. The hallways look like they are stretched into an infinity, and though I see the boy, the only thing I can decipher from the distance is that he has black hair and pale skin. Despite this, it’s apparent that I know who he is. Suddenly, although I skipped the actual lesson part, school’s finished and I’m sitting outside the classroom, wondering what the black-haired boy is up to. I see him standing with some other boys, which surprises me. For some reason I know that he doesn’t usually hang out with them. One moment, I’m looking at him from afar, and the next, I’m standing on a mountain with my friend, looking down at what appears to be our school yard. We’re looking down at a huge sandbox, where Courage the Cowardly Dog is being harassed by some shady looking boys. The boys leave and Courage switches shape, as he often does, to fill out the entire sandbox. He looks up at us and says: “I need your help”. I’m confused, but my friend has a plan. We go to the school café and, apparently, my task is to get four cups of hot cocoa. We don’t have much time, so as I’m fixing the drinks, my hands are shaking with the adrenaline. I try to balance the cups and rush to the exit, but I don’t get very far. The hot cocoa goes up in the ait as I trip and hit the floor with a loud thud. Everyone in the café starts laughing at me, and I notice that the black-haired boy, whose identity is still unknown, is there as well. For some reason, this makes me feel particularly glum. I’m sitting on the floor, feeling mortified, and when a girl, from the grade below mine, makes a snide remark, rage colors my vision red. I start shouting at her, calling her a “filthy brat” and a “five-year-old slag”. Harsh words, I know, but it was…dream-me, and not reality-me. Ahem. So, she looks at me with a horrified expression, tells me my head is glowing, and scurries off. I just sit there for a while, puzzled by her comment and in a daze from my sudden outburst. Then, the  black-haired boy approaches me. His head is glowing too. He helps me up, and together we walk towards the exit of the café. He opens the door and the outside is just an incredibly bright light. Just as we’re about to enter it…I wake up.

I don’t really know what to make of it. I have so many questions: Who was the boy? Why was my head glowing? Did I die at the end? Why did Courage need help? Actually, the question should be: What was Courage the Cowardly Dog doing in my school in the first place? Oh, and the most important question: What was the plan that included four cups of hot cocoa? So many questions, yet not one with a reasonable answer.

Love & cartoons

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