Nicotine Dreams: School and Food

This post is part of a series of articles that reflect on nicotine induced dreams. During 2012 whilst attempting to quit smoking, I was using patches as part of a Nicotine Replacement Therapy program. I became very aware of heightened recall of dreams I experienced whilst wearing a nicotine patch and began to document them accordingly. This is one such dream.

I was back in school, my high school James Brindley with Darren Wright, a lad I saw last night which may explain his presence in my dream; he never went to high school with me. I was there for a one hour IT lesson as a reunion.

We were walking through the corridors and I had no footwear on, just socks; I was looking for my trainers but didn’t know where they were. I was glancing into classrooms as we passed and seeing nobody I knew, except for I recall seeing Kirsty Bithell in one of the rooms. Strange since I barely know her and don’t think I’ve thought about her for maybe 6yrs? Forgot she even existed to be honest. I found my trainers in one of the rooms, I spied them beside a table as I walked past so went in to retrieve them and swiftly left the room.

I don’t know where Darren disappeared to at this point; I was sat alone against a wall by the school toilets and a girl approached me and asked if I’d look after her children whilst she nipped somewhere. I agreed, and she left me with 2 kids, a toddler maybe 3yrs old, and a tiny baby; but the baby looked too old to be the size they were, full head of blonde curly hair etc? I just recall them having the biggest blue eyes I’d ever seen. I looked up and the toddler had gone. I didn’t seem to care?

Next I was stood outside the school at the top of some steps holding the baby, with lots of people walking past. My Dad and stepmum Ang walked past me into the school and I said hello to both of them and gave Ang a kiss; a bloke was looking at me strangely, probably confused as to the relationship between me and her. The baby vanished and I was sat at the bottom of the steps with another lad I didn’t know. Three overweight girls were stood nearby, I’d say early twenties, and were discussing lesbianism; a further overweight girl turned up and they all started speaking of a lesbian threesome in which one would be “the fat mess in the middle”. I recall thinking something had hit the back of my head, so I leaned behind me and slapped what I believed to be the lad I didn’t recognise’s head. One of the girls said I’d slapped their arse; I’m not sure what actually happened to be fair?

Then I was walking through the corridors back inside the school, but having to duck to avoid hitting my head; I felt like Gandalf on Lord of the Rings when he is inside Bilbo Baggins house at the Shire. I emerge into the reception area and there is a huge table covered in food, like an open buffet. Darren Wright is back now and tells me you can help yourself to food to take in lesson. I get a small tub and start filling it with onions and cheese. I feel someone slap my arse and turn to the side and there is a pretty young girl there smiling at me. I start talking to her but can’t remember what about? Darren asks me to get him some food whilst he goes the toilet, so I take his plate too. I balance both on my arm and use my other to slap the girls arse as I walk away. I go around the corner and try to tip some of the food into a bin because I’d overfilled the plates but manage to drop both all over the floor. I look for a mop but end up with tissues which I start cleaning up with. A blonde teacher turns up and starts helping me to clean, I can see down the back of her trousers and she is wearing a frilly white thong. She has a weird sort of indent like a semi-sphere in her left bum cheek? I don’t know.

I go into the classroom which used to be for R.E. and sit at a computer. I’m playing a sort of GTA game and flying a plane, but the screen keeps looping. I try to fly out of the area, but I loop back round and turn back up where I started. This happens for what seems a long time. Then Bill, my director from work turns up and asks if I’ve had a productive hour, and I realise I’ve spent the entire last hour flying in loops on the GTA like game. Then I awoke.