A Very Weird Dream

(At least I think it's a dream. I cannot entirely be sure.)

"What is this place?"

I am in a room with about fifteen people. It is a classroom-like setting, yet I can't seem to identify a teacher. The people in the room range from seven to seventeen, and all are talking extremely quickly and excitedly. I don't remember ever being here before, yet I can't shake off this feeling of "deja vu".

Morever, some of the people are familiar. I count six of which I am sure I "know". And oddly enough, they seem to know me too. A few smile at me, and a few nod their heads to acknowledge my presence. But I don't recognize them at all.

"Who are they?"

A woman who I estimate to be in her mid twenties walks into the room. She smiles at me.

"Hello Arolra."

And that's when I wake up.

The Shadowy Rainbow

Can rainbows be shadowy? Probably not. But approaching the subject of my feelings and thoughts over the years, I guess a picture really is worth a thousand words.

(Yes, Violetpaw, I know you would argue the opposite. And I suppose in some ways, you are right. But for practicality's sake, I will just say that words and pictures have their own values.)