Dream Diary: Birthday on the Roof
I dreamnt that I was in large building, that I instinctively knew was a high school-college hybrid. It didn't look very much like either of those places from my real life, but was instead a darker version of the lunch rooms there...actually, it kind of looked like the dining room at one of the hospitals downtown, with earthy tones on the walls and check-outs spaced-out evenly in the center of the room between the food and the dining tables.
I go past some seats with my friend Robert and some others sitting nearby. Robert offers his hand, and wishes me a happy birthday. I walk past him to talk to the person running the lunch register, who asks me how many people we're expecting. I tell him that my birthday parties get smaller ever year, and there probably won't be anymore than thirty people here. I'm secretly hoping there will be far more than thirty people here, but know that there probably won't be. I look away from the person at the cash register to see people piling into the room, forming long lines. Most of them are wearing dark clothing. I become excited at the number of people who have come, but then slowly begin to get sad as I realize that most of them are just here to get lunch. I scan the crowd, realizing that I don't know most of them. Their faces are blurry.
Robert sees the dissapointment on my face, and asks me if I want to go up on the roof with him. I agree, a change of scenery would be nice, as we walk past the people in black clothes with their trays full of stale hamburgers and overcooked fries. We go outside and the building we are in is a huge gray structure surrounded by white snow, we are in an endless wintery place. Robert and I climb up the building without too much trouble, but I am having trouble balancing myself when I get to the top. There is a blonde woman trying to grab a hold of me, because she is unbalanced as well. I yell for her to let go of me, we're both going to fall if she doesn't stop! The woman looks like Christie Brinkley*.
*- I do not recall thinking about, or reading anything about, Christie Brinkley. I blame Fark.
I tell the blonde lady she needs to go ahead and jump off if she hates being up here on the roof. I look around, seeing Robert and a beautiful view of the landscape covering in powedery white snow. The lady shakes a little, then jumps off. The ground is very far from us, much farther then I remember it being when we first climbed up here*. The blonde lady crashes to the ground, and rolls around in agony, holding her legs. I wonder if I should go get help. I see her wiggle around like a little bug, seeming so small from the distance we sit up on the roof. Eventually, the lady gets up and hobbles on inside THE HOUSE. She is fine.
*- time-space distortions. Oh fuck, this building is THE HOUSE.
Robert and I decide we've spent enough time up here, and need to climb down. I go first, wary about the now-increased distance to the ground. I cleverly find a pipe to slide down, and take my time, sliding in short bursts (to avoid getting impaled on the pipe-connecting pieces). I get down without too much trouble, and look up to see Robert has donned a black outfit himself, and is just now fitting a ninjaesque/burglar-mask over his head. He is acrofatic! Robert shows off his agility by coming down the pipes quicker than I did. I comment on his superior slide method, and we go inside THE HOUSE.
I wake up.