Last night–oh, by the way, this is a random post–I had the weirdest dream.
It was a back to school dream. I have had a couple of these. They always start off the same way. I think I get them because my stress over the summer homework, namely algebra and english. It sucks. I really don’t like summer homework.
It always starts the same way. I am, somehow, somewhere, in my school. I don’t know how I got there, not any background information, except for my knowledge of the grounds and teachers.
Then, I realize I am in school. And I think, Oh, time to turn in the summer homework. And then I realize, OH SHOOT! I didn’t finish my summer homework!! Crudcrudcrudcrud… And then I relax, because I realize, Hey, it’s okay, it’s just a dream.
From there on, I am usually able to enjoy the dream.
This one, I’m walking to first period algebra 1, and stop outside a classroom where, for some reason, they have two lines, for two different math classes. I try to enter the one for algebra high school— Y’all please remember, this is a dream with weird dream logic.
I try to enter algebra high school. and these super tall girls are like NOPE this isn’t where you are supposed to be, and so I’m like oh boy, where do I go!? Oh, and I start carrying my French horn when I try to enter the line.
So, after this, I go away from that classroom, and towards the real algebra 1 classroom. I get there, and see my neighbors walk in the door, and I think, that makes sense, because one is a year older than me, and one (okay now for some reason, I have déjà vu, writing about this, but… no matter). And one is a year younger than me. At my school, sometimes sixth graders can take algebra 1, and 7th and 8th graders can take it. So that kinda made sense. Except for the fact that my neighbors don’t go to my school.
As I walk into the classroom, I pull off the green link cap I have been wearing, and mess with my hair.
My hair really bothers me, how it looks, and stuff.
I don’t know why I wore a link cap (see below image) to school.
All of a sudden, the room’s orientation was different. I was called to sit down at a stretched desk, not the same desk where I had thrown down my link hat, but right next to the teacher, who, in fact, was one of the more disliked subs. I remember thinking that this made sense (dream logic) because it was the middle of summer, of course there was a sub– the regular teacher was on vacation.
Class flashed by. I don’t remember it at all. But then, at the end of class, I was called up to the front, and the sub was suddenly a different teacher, one people liked a lot more. I don’t know why this matters, but it happened, so I’m writing it.
I was called up to the front of the room and the teacher announced that she was going to make me pound cake. And she did, but what she did was more like cementing together already cut pieces of red velvet cake with icing. For some reason, I took the last pieces myself, and tried to replicate what she was doing. This was a mistake on my part, because, apparently, I was just supposed to stand up there and watch. Anyway, I felt bad, because then some other kid wouldn’t get to make one, which, now, awake, doesn’t make any sense, but I swear–it made PERFECT sense in the dream. So now, I apologized again and again, and I was told that it was okay, it was okay. Eventually, while stuffing my face with red velvet “pound cake” the teacher, who was suddenly the sub again, said that it was time for the next period. I locked eyes with my neighbor as she left, which was kinda strange, as I was still stuffing my face with pound cake.
Then I went over to the teacher’s desk, still eating (it was good stuff) and asked what my next class was. Because, even though everyone else knew what to do, I didn’t have my schedule! My teacher went through files on her computer trying to find my schedule, even though the files looked like Vacation Bible School posters and the like.
Somewhere in all this, my younger neighbor disappears from class, and then the only person I know is the older neighbor, and the teacher. I can’t remember of at some point my neighbor texts me or not, which was definitely part of a different dream, but could’ve happened. I had her phone number, which was strange, because in real life, I don’t. I don’t think she even has a phone number in real life. But, hey, dream logic.
We never found my schedule, but it didn’t really matter, because during the search for it, the dream segued into a dream about nautical firefighters. They were doing some weird swimming training thing, over and under seaweed and rock formations, worried about a shark, because one dude had a pet otter nearby, and of course that would attract sharks who go for the humans. Dream logic. I’m not real sure where I fit in in that, but thinking about it now, I’m all like, Firefighters? Underwater!?
They weren’t even trying to get anywhere through the water. I know they were firefighters, because they wore fire fighting suits, in addition to their handy scuba gear, which they wore along with their yellow (!?) firefighting hats (see below)
Ugh. I had really strange dreams last night.
Anyway, thank you for joining me again in a Random writing!
Another time, sometime random, I will post another random writing, at a random time, about a random subject off the top of my head!