![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
The "Sacralege" Dream
Oct. 26th, 2020 07:53 amIn the dream I was still in college at Berea. I had been home for a few days, and when I returned to campus I stopped off at a small café run by a woman named Millie. I had stayed there for a couple of days, maybe even three or four, just hanging out. I’m not sure why. Millie was a very sweet lady and I got to know her and a bunch of other regulars, one was named Sarge. Sarge was an older man. In my time there, Millie had given me three T-shirts, some of which were bright and glowing. I had put them in my backpack. When the café had closed each night, I returned the dorm and slept there. On my last day at the café, I was told that Sarge had passed away. I was there to comfort Millie. Millie at some point was dancing while she was cleaning up when two female friends of mine had come in to get me. One of them had told me that Sarge had seen his death coming, that he had a procedure where he saw the blood clot break up in his body and move on a screen.
It was time to go back to the dorm. I was supposed to meet someone for a class or some thing in the second floor of the Draper building later that night. As we went outside, I had to find my shoes among many that were left outside the café. I guess I had taken them off. I found my gym shoes, only to realize that I had worn them in a hurry and they were not the usual pair I would wear. It indicated to me that I had been gone for sometime and had not planned on being out very long, as these were the shoes I’d slip on to get the mail.
I crossed the street after going down a very steep staircase to the sidewalk. I ran to the Draper building. I went upstairs and heard someone call to me. I passed out as I turned around and woke up in a room naked. My clothes and backpack were gone.
I stumbled around and tried to leave the building, and as I walked towards a certain door I felt someone’s hands on my butt covering them. I turned around and saw a man in a suit top telling me that I couldn’t go in a particular room as there were children eating dinner in there. I begged his pardon, as I remember they were children in the building, and went back to my dorm to get clothes.
When I went back to the dorm, I could not remember the electronic lock code to get to the stairwell to my room. I was going to piggyback on someone going in before I was stopped by a resident assistant. He told me he was sorry to do this, but it was the rules. Apparently, I had been documented as having been out of the dorm for several days, an apparent campus infraction, and I was being taken to the police department. I tried to explain to the man where I had been, but was told to be quiet and get in line.
The line was full of rough characters, just yelling at each other and pushing each other around. There was one woman in the group, a girl name Stacy who I went to college with and worked with at the campus library. Everyone kept apologizing to me, but I kept following their direction. We got on the bus, with me and Stacy in the last row. An older man with a mustache was in charge of the group and sat next to me.
On the drive over, a roughneck with red hair and a thick earring sitting in the front row, kept turning and giving me grief. I had no idea who he was, but he seem to know me. He made some negative remark towards me, and I told him that I didn’t give a damn what his opinion of me was. A young black female student in his row turned around and told me to let it go, or be quiet. The man next to me told us both to shut up.
Unsure of what was happening, I did what she said. When we got to the police station, everyone got off the bus. I wondered if I’d get a jumpsuit to wear. we were handed small cards, typed with our names and our violation. I found mine in my stack and pass the rest along.
We still in line to get our mugshots, which involves holding the little card next to our face. A Young female guard or officer took my card, read it, and handed it back to me, giving me her condolences. I read the card while I stood in line and my charge was sacrilege, but it was spelled "SACRALEGE."
On the back of the card was a notation for everyone to take it easy on me as I have been home because my father had passed. I then woke up.
It was time to go back to the dorm. I was supposed to meet someone for a class or some thing in the second floor of the Draper building later that night. As we went outside, I had to find my shoes among many that were left outside the café. I guess I had taken them off. I found my gym shoes, only to realize that I had worn them in a hurry and they were not the usual pair I would wear. It indicated to me that I had been gone for sometime and had not planned on being out very long, as these were the shoes I’d slip on to get the mail.
I crossed the street after going down a very steep staircase to the sidewalk. I ran to the Draper building. I went upstairs and heard someone call to me. I passed out as I turned around and woke up in a room naked. My clothes and backpack were gone.
I stumbled around and tried to leave the building, and as I walked towards a certain door I felt someone’s hands on my butt covering them. I turned around and saw a man in a suit top telling me that I couldn’t go in a particular room as there were children eating dinner in there. I begged his pardon, as I remember they were children in the building, and went back to my dorm to get clothes.
When I went back to the dorm, I could not remember the electronic lock code to get to the stairwell to my room. I was going to piggyback on someone going in before I was stopped by a resident assistant. He told me he was sorry to do this, but it was the rules. Apparently, I had been documented as having been out of the dorm for several days, an apparent campus infraction, and I was being taken to the police department. I tried to explain to the man where I had been, but was told to be quiet and get in line.
The line was full of rough characters, just yelling at each other and pushing each other around. There was one woman in the group, a girl name Stacy who I went to college with and worked with at the campus library. Everyone kept apologizing to me, but I kept following their direction. We got on the bus, with me and Stacy in the last row. An older man with a mustache was in charge of the group and sat next to me.
On the drive over, a roughneck with red hair and a thick earring sitting in the front row, kept turning and giving me grief. I had no idea who he was, but he seem to know me. He made some negative remark towards me, and I told him that I didn’t give a damn what his opinion of me was. A young black female student in his row turned around and told me to let it go, or be quiet. The man next to me told us both to shut up.
Unsure of what was happening, I did what she said. When we got to the police station, everyone got off the bus. I wondered if I’d get a jumpsuit to wear. we were handed small cards, typed with our names and our violation. I found mine in my stack and pass the rest along.
We still in line to get our mugshots, which involves holding the little card next to our face. A Young female guard or officer took my card, read it, and handed it back to me, giving me her condolences. I read the card while I stood in line and my charge was sacrilege, but it was spelled "SACRALEGE."
On the back of the card was a notation for everyone to take it easy on me as I have been home because my father had passed. I then woke up.
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
