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lierdumoaI dreamed this whole big long saga love story last night.
Strange dark underworld type thing. There were traders. Drug traders? And high school kids in a school. They didn't feel like high school kids, though. Older, like on a tv show where the actors are really 23. Maybe they were in a post-high school academy. There were these two, a guy and a girl, beautiful in that slender pixie-ish way, really good at fucking each other up in the head. Not on purpose, just they were both kind of broken and kept breaking each other unintentionally. Getting each other into trouble with blackmarket trading or drugs or something. Mainly drugs I think.
The girl might have had red hair. Or really bright rich brown, short. The guy had shortish straight light brown hair. Somehow there was a teacher also wrapped up in the guy.
I think the academy was for fighting of some kind. Training.
The guy was gone, the girl moved on. There was a teacher who was hung up on him. Or maybe the girl was a teacher. Or maybe she became a teacher by the time the guy came back to the academy. Maybe that's where I'm getting the two different hair colors for the girl from.
The whole dream took place in these buildings that were huge and halfway open to the elements, built with one corner open to the outside and over a river, with no real floor. Dark green with long steel bars, material like the inside of a warehouse. Traders in little boats and the dark river under the shade of the roof of the dark warehouses, with light filtering in like early morning.
The clearest thing about it was this image at the end of the girl pulling out a large, vase sized glass and it was filled with clear liquid, then she poured in this dark green translucent liquid that sat on the top of the other liquid in a thin layer, and the green was a drug of some kind. The guy pulled out a thermos with a dark gray translucent liquid that was a worse drug. The girl said something about his drug problem being worse than hers and he better not blame that on her. On being without her when he left or whatever.
He left because he was in trouble? Kicked out. Let back in for some reason. Him and her were kind of the bad kids, though either he was the bigger instigator or he got blamed more than she did or maybe just that at one point she chose to reform and he didn't.
And then there was this fill in the blank test. He had, like, not been there when everyone else was taking it and she was going to just let him flunk but then they had a talk? Of some kind and she decided to let him take it. He was answering all the questions right. Then there were these two partway down that were personal rather than academic, clearly had not been in the regular version of the test, but put in specially for him:
Am I still in love with you?
Do you love me?
He paused, then wrote in very large, messy scrawl, "No," to the first question and left the second question blank and looked up at her. Like he knew she still loved him, or still fixated on him and it wasn't really love because it was too teenagery or too fucked up with want and obsession or whatever and he didn't want to be the person that broke her anymore.
He was sure she was going to tell him he'd just flunked, or dump him, or something.
She looked back at him and said, "Thank you."
Strange dark underworld type thing. There were traders. Drug traders? And high school kids in a school. They didn't feel like high school kids, though. Older, like on a tv show where the actors are really 23. Maybe they were in a post-high school academy. There were these two, a guy and a girl, beautiful in that slender pixie-ish way, really good at fucking each other up in the head. Not on purpose, just they were both kind of broken and kept breaking each other unintentionally. Getting each other into trouble with blackmarket trading or drugs or something. Mainly drugs I think.
The girl might have had red hair. Or really bright rich brown, short. The guy had shortish straight light brown hair. Somehow there was a teacher also wrapped up in the guy.
I think the academy was for fighting of some kind. Training.
The guy was gone, the girl moved on. There was a teacher who was hung up on him. Or maybe the girl was a teacher. Or maybe she became a teacher by the time the guy came back to the academy. Maybe that's where I'm getting the two different hair colors for the girl from.
The whole dream took place in these buildings that were huge and halfway open to the elements, built with one corner open to the outside and over a river, with no real floor. Dark green with long steel bars, material like the inside of a warehouse. Traders in little boats and the dark river under the shade of the roof of the dark warehouses, with light filtering in like early morning.
The clearest thing about it was this image at the end of the girl pulling out a large, vase sized glass and it was filled with clear liquid, then she poured in this dark green translucent liquid that sat on the top of the other liquid in a thin layer, and the green was a drug of some kind. The guy pulled out a thermos with a dark gray translucent liquid that was a worse drug. The girl said something about his drug problem being worse than hers and he better not blame that on her. On being without her when he left or whatever.
He left because he was in trouble? Kicked out. Let back in for some reason. Him and her were kind of the bad kids, though either he was the bigger instigator or he got blamed more than she did or maybe just that at one point she chose to reform and he didn't.
And then there was this fill in the blank test. He had, like, not been there when everyone else was taking it and she was going to just let him flunk but then they had a talk? Of some kind and she decided to let him take it. He was answering all the questions right. Then there were these two partway down that were personal rather than academic, clearly had not been in the regular version of the test, but put in specially for him:
Am I still in love with you?
Do you love me?
He paused, then wrote in very large, messy scrawl, "No," to the first question and left the second question blank and looked up at her. Like he knew she still loved him, or still fixated on him and it wasn't really love because it was too teenagery or too fucked up with want and obsession or whatever and he didn't want to be the person that broke her anymore.
He was sure she was going to tell him he'd just flunked, or dump him, or something.
She looked back at him and said, "Thank you."
