Mad Violet Dreams

I had this dream this morning, which didn't fizzle away as most dreams do. Some of the details are still fresh. It was set in PHAn, which is the Palma Hall Annex, also known as the Ivory Tower of Psychology Majors in UPD.

It was a lucid dream, dreamt after sunrise. It's only in that small window of time after sunrise when the sun is still that hazy orange and pink that I dream lucid dreams.

It starts at PHAn; and that's where reality stops, because there was a piano on the second floor of PHAn just beside the stairs. And there was a girl playing the piano. Now this would be a normal dream, girls playing pianos, but what made it really weird was that I knew the girl. Someone from high school who knew how to play the piano. And she wasn't one of my friends or even an acquaintance but a total stranger.

And then I went in to PHAn 201, which I recognized because of the pale pink and violet walls. Although in the dream, the walls were a darker shade of pink and violet. I have always connected pink and violet with nightmares and mental asylums and madness and B-horror movies. I don't know why.

And then people from high school came in. But I didn't recognize any of them. Only the people who I never talked to or never knew kept coming into PHAn 201. I was waiting for people who I know to come in, but no one came. It was all strangers who I knew only by name, some I only knew by face.

I found myself shirtless in the dream and I had to open my bag, grab a shirt inside, and try to put the shirt on but it wouldn't fit no matter how hard I tried. Everybody started laughing, and I laughed with them. But they stopped laughing when I started laughing and they just stared at me. They were all standing in front of the room, waiting for me to put my shirt on so that they could take a group picture. When I did finally put my shirt on, they started talking and going around the room and forgot about the group picture.

As they all talked and spun around the room, I found the orange-colored music sheets that were used by the piano-playing girl a while ago. I remembered that the piece she was playing was a classical piece that somehow melted into some kind of 5-beat jazz piece. I reached out to the orange sheets; but the farther I reached, the farther the sheets went.

I didn't get a chance to open the orange-colored music sheets. I never saw what was inside them. It felt like the secrets of the universe were in those orange sheets; and I felt cheated that the sheets wouldn't leet me take a peek inside them.

Then, in the dream, my professor asked me to play the violin. And that's when I knew it was a dream. A dream that I had to run away from before it got any worse.

I did the dream test: I pinched myself. I felt nothing. I hit my head on my desk. I felt nothing. I concentrated on waking up.

I woke up and saw the sun in all the pink-orange glory of dawn. Everything the sunlight touched was wither a shade of maddening pink and violet, or orange with its sublime secrets of the universe. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone.

I went back to sleep and woke up again to a yellow sun.