| My
mother and I were at an awards show. We were both
dressed up and sat on the left side near the
wall... about midway through the building. It was
a fancy auditorium with a red color scheme but
very dark inside... even the stage wasn't all
that bright. Instead of individual seats, the
room was filled with bench seats... much like
church pews. The show started out okay but, as
the evening progressed, the audience became more
and more rambunctious. As the announcers called
up some of the winners to collect their trophy,
half the audience ran up front and started
rioting. My mother and I just stared in
disbelief. About this
time, she left to do something and the rioters
slowly filtered back to their seats. I didn't
notice many famous people in the crowd, but I did
see a couple sitting around in the audience and
walking through the isles... Alyson Hannigan
is the only one I remember seeing now. I also
noticed a couple reporters and photographers
standing against the walls. The ushers handed out
strips of masking tape to everyone. We were
supposed to write our names on them for some
reason. I took two pieces so my mother would have
one when she returned. I put them on my skirt
and, as I looked up, everyone suddenly rolled up
their tape and threw it at the stage.
About this time, a hidden
announcer started calling party names and seat
numbers and asking those people to exit the
auditorium and go to the lobby area, where they
would be arrested for causing a disturbance. Long
rows of people would leave and soon the number of
people in the auditorium had been cut to less
than half.
There was a DJ in a booth to
the left of the stage and he started spinning to
try and calm the people down a bit. It was fairly
decent trip-hop.
My mother had still not
returned and I wasn't sure if I should wait for
her or go find her. I was sitting in a short row,
able to fit maybe three or four people. Then,
another row started at a slight angle to fit the
contour of the room. A young punk of a boy...
maybe 16 or so, walked down the row and sat at
the other end of my row... to my right. I didn't
mind too much because, once my mother returned,
we'd just make him move. The boy slid closer and
sat right next to me... and then dropped his hand
onto my leg.
I grabbed his neck in one hand
and squeezed. His hand removed itself from my leg
and grasped at my arm. I stared at him in the eye
and whispered just loud enough to be heard, "You
want to leave now... do you
understand?"
He did.
I let go of him and he quickly
scooted back to his own seat.
I was getting bored so I went
into the lobby... which was a complete change of
environment. Outside, the lighting came from
muted florescent lights. The color scheme was
greenish-white and the paint was cracked and
peeling... water stains covered the walls. There
was one ticket booth with a screen of metal mesh.
A group was crowded around the window, talking to
the woman in the booth, while a couple police
kept a wary eye on everyone. It was very dark
outside and I figured it had to be at least 11
PM.
My mother appeared in the lobby
and we went outside to go home. It had snowed and
we had to walk carefully in our dress shoes. We
walked down the street to the parking structure
and the dream jumped a bit. My mother was ahead
of me and got into her Jeep, started up the
engine, and drove towards me. How nice, she
wasn't going to just wait for me to catch up with
her.
She drove past me... didn't see
me. I ran after her [as fast as one can with
chunky heels and a skirt], waving my hands and
yelling. She didn't notice and turned the corner.
I looked down through the metal railing and saw
the Jeep exiting the structure. Suddenly I was
outside the structure as well... the Jeep drove
down the slightly snowy road and I chased after
it yelling for her to wait. She turned at a stop
sign and was gone.
...and I woke up.
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