Niko's Dream Journal #3 "Cases/The Reason I'll Never Have A Best Friend"

I'm walking to my old school. It's wet and cold, a usual old school morning. When I make it there all of my old classmates are waiting out front for school to start. Everybody's dressed up in relatively fancy and colourful clothes (Casual suits, vintage dresses with tights, hats, and whimsical storage cases). Some Prep-aged girls coming off a school bus wave to me and I wave back. They seem to know me but I don't know them at all.

I'm sitting on a bench near the entrance of the school (a small, brick courtyard like area). Girls and boys I used to know are sitting around showing off their storage cases, all colourful and weirdly shaped. I'm the only one who doesn't have one. I'm watching through the crowd and I notice a girl. My childhood best-friend. The one I hate, the one I dream about a lot. We both recognize each other and she comes up to me and asks where I've been. She's shaking me about and the case she's holding keeps hitting my sides. It's shaped like a plastic dollhouse I used to own, only purple. I grab it from her and smack her in the face with it and she's in shock.

I start to run away into the school office building and she follows me. I loop around a desk and rush out a pair of glass doors and trap her on the other side. I'm back in the courtyard holding the door shut and she's trapped in the entrance of the office. I tell her off. I tell her that she's never been there for me. I tell she's the reason I'll never have a best friend. I walk away from her and she stays inside the school.

I cross the road onto a park's path home as construction men are packing up concrete made wet by the rain. I've got cement around my ankles now and take a solid tablet of it with me (I don't know why). I'm walking parallel to the road next to me and the rain is picking up again. The dream ends here.

I don't really feel obligated to say much about my experience with her, just that she wasn't very good to me. Childish, demanding, eternally 10 years old, hiding away from herself. I can't blame her, something was going on in her that I couldn't really understand. I don't really see it as an excuse though. I'll never go to a bricks and mortar school again.