My Head When I Dream

Zombies and a Boy

It's kind of confusing but what happened is that all the sophomores went on a field trip to a museum sort of place but the thing is, it was run by zombies. The zombies looked like normal people but each floor you went up, they started to look more and more like messed up corpses.

Before that we all had to line up according to our electives or sport so I ended up with the band because I'm in color guard. While in line, I was cold so Ethan, a guy I've sort of been crushing on, came over and gave me his trench coat he had on for some reason. So then we head off in different directions and I don't know what happened but the coat disappeared, though it doesn't really have too much significance.

We're then taken on individual tours by group and it turns out that what they were touring us through was reenactments of inhumane experiments that have been done on people in insane asylums and just torture in general and it was absolutely horrifying. I was able to walk through the whole thing but only because the tour guides wouldn't let people leave so I had to go through all of that and was left terrified.

Ethan was a part of one of the last groups and I the first, so when he was about to go through I had finished and rushed back down to the first floor. There were three floors in the museum. I was going to chase after him and he even looked back and saw me but it was too late because the guides pushed him on so I didn't bother to pursue him anymore.

So I'm sitting in this lobby, leaning over this random counter there and I'm so terrified that I was trembling. Then he comes over when his group's tour ends and he asks what's wrong, checks up on me and everything. He doesn't ask about his coat, but he thinks some warmth will be comforting so he pulls out this pastel yellow cashmere sweater with small bumble bees lining the bottom and tells me to put it on.

Once I do, before he can say anything else, I just start questioning him on where he got it and accusing him of it being some random girl's that she left with him that he might've had a thing with and then he gets angry at me. At this point, I realize that in this dream we were already dating so what I was accusing him of was cheating on me.

He yells, saying things like how he's there worrying about me and doing all he can to try and comfort me and something I distinctly remember is that the perspective changed to first person so I'm trying to look up at him, my mouth half open because I was going to take back my accusations as soon as I had said them, but I had a hard time looking at him because I was worried that I would come across too defiant but I like looking into people's eyes when they talk and stuff but it just didn't seem right.

Then a little later, after calming down, we both say sorry, me saying I only blew up because I was just scarred by what I had seen in that museum and he said he knew he shouldn't have gotten angry because he knew that the exhibit really affected me and he thought we had a lot of trust in each other so the accusations caught him off guard.

Then I ask him where the sweater is from and I don't think he answered that but he said the water polo guys helped him pick it out after a tournament they had.