My Dreams Are More Exciting Than My Life

Last night, I dreamt I was riding in an elevator made of sandstone. It contained all the basic necessities - vending machines for food and drink, a toilet, a lounge... And it travelled over 200 flights (we were in a rather tall building, apparently). Really an impressive thing to behold, a marvel of modern technology. And yet, people used it as a normal everyday lift - take me to the tenth floor, yes sir! I wish to be on ground floor, right away! Instead, I utilised it as a place to rest. I even attempted to use the toilet (however, I neglected to close the door and people kept getting into the lift so they could see me there. This is quite common in my dreams, I think to stop me from wetting the bed).

Eventually, I had to leave - I had to get to university, you see. So, I walked through narrow winding roads past dark, but adorable, terrace homes. I visited some stables and met a kind young girl with blonde hair, tending to her equally blonde foal. She informed me that she, too, must get to university so we walked together and talked about horses. Angela really loved horses.

During this time, she confided in me about a bully that had been making her academic life hell. This other girl was pretty and popular, but threatened by Angela's good grades. So she would take every opportunity to mock her, prank her, and spread rumours that simply weren't true. Once, she even went so far as to dye Angela's horse a medley of colours before an important show. But Angela wasn't angry, or frightened. She just smiled, moved on, and continued getting good grades. She said to me, 'The best revenge is living my life the best I can. One day, she'll see that, and feel far worse than I ever did'.

I don't remember much of what happened after - there are snatches of black cats and witches on broom sticks, and a looming dark castle that represented the place Angela and I were destined for. I don't believe we ever arrived, I think we were distracted by a party with a vast array of tantalising finger foods. But anyway I awoke feeling a sense of peace and power, as if Angela's words and experience had reached into my heart, and left behind a pearl of hope. I'm not generally struggling with feelings of vengeance, and I don't feel harassed or bullied. I do, however, often feel inferior - and perhaps if I live like Angela, live my life the best I can, one day I won't feel like everyone else is better than me, but instead want to be like me. I look forward to that day.