What are locker dreams about?

I have noticed that I have a few situations that are the same whenever I dream them. I wonder if others have the same experience?

- When I'm running forward, I am slowed down and heavy. When I run backwards, I can sprint.

- I am back in school, but I've already graduated. I can never find my locker, I haven't been to particular classes in weeks because I don't have a schedule, and my gym clothes are the same ones that I actually did wear in high school.

- I can see my car in the parking lot, but when I approach it, I can't find it. My key fob unlocks cars which aren't mine. I usually find out my car has been towed and resold.

- Whenever I get shot, I can feel little vibrations up my spine.

- Whenever I dream about sex, I never achieve orgasm in my dream.

For me, it was my first Lucid Dream

I performed a reality check, attempting to push my fingers through my hand. Didn't work. I tried again, counting my fingers, counting 6 on my left hand

I paused, counting again as my fingers began to blur together, I thought they were multiplying.

That's when I realized I was in a dream, sitting on a couch in my old school House, on a couch where the piano was under the stairs. The feeling of Lucidity in a dream was astonishing, breathtaking. I didn't even notice I was fading

I stood up and walked left into the main room, where the lockers are. There were 3 people in the room, scattered around, kneeling over schoolbags and searching them. To the left were the windows and a door leading outside to the other house's assembly point, but all the windows were frosted over completely, no seeing out of them at all

Then I woke up. I was still reeling from having achieved Lucidity, i'd been trying for a while prior to that dream and was starting to drift away from it. It revitalized my interest in it

IRL I am many, many years past high school. Setting is a 4-story high school, my symbol for learning. I cannot find my locker which contains both books (knowledge) and my class schedule (where I should be.) I know that my locker number is 10033 but I cannot find it. None of the locker are in numerical order and they are different sizes and shapes.

I find i should be in an electronics class and I am set up at a station to work with colored cellophane papers (red, yellow, blue, green, and orange) that are to be placed over objects or passages in books, but either i am doing it wrong or I can't see what I am supposed to, which seems self-explanatory.

1. I have never dreamed a specific number before and it dies not have any meaning to me

2. Electricity? Colored cellophane?

Any thoughts would be greatly appreciated! Thank you

I am 56 now, and had the same dream for more than 30 years after I graduated from high school. In the beginning I had the dream 2 or 3 times a week, and as the years went by the dream became less frequent until it got to the point where it completely stopped.

It's a fairly common dream I found out years ago, but my reaction to it was not.

I am in high school, I get to my locker and I can't open it. I go to the office, who seems to have the combination, and writes it down for me. (Which even as I'm asking them, puzzles me).

I get to the locker and it still won't open.

When I first started having the dream, it would end, and I didn't think a lot of it. Then, as the dream became more frequent, in the dream itself, it scared me that I couldn't open the locker.

Near the end, many years later, the dream became like a nightmare, and I was absolutely horrified about what might be in the locker. I was almost afraid to open it. The dream started making me afraid to go to sleep.

If anyone has any ideas about the dream, why it kept happening, and how it changed for me, I'd love to hear it.

Thanks.

I had a dream that I was transported back in time to high school. I met a spunky girl named Susan who was younger than me, but had been put in the same grade. We had lockers nearby and she had found empty lockers and taken off the extra clothing hooks for jackets and put them in hers. She offered to do the same for mine if I didn’t tell anyone.

We became friends. She had a tool kit in her backpack and we used it to sneak into place and once let out a bunch of senior citizens to play kickball. She once stood up for me to a bunch of girls who were making fun of me. Someone graffitied our lockers and we used the graffiti as a way to get excused from school because it was too distressing and went and got food instead. We laughed and had fun, but lost touch after graduation until I met her again years down the road and we recognized each other in the street. She had started growing a mustache and I was so jealous of her.

We started hanging out again and she told me of her husband who was on a long hiking trail and it turns out he had a mustache too. Her phone case was a makeshift case she built herself out of an old cassette tape. And when she smiled at me and told me not to forget her, I woke up. So to the woman that stood up for me in high school, who let me lose to senior citizens at kickball, who drove the intertwining highways passed gas stations, and one I will not forget, here’s to Susan.