Dreams. Meh.
Dec. 24th, 2007 11:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethSo I am awake in the actual morning. Already I feel there's something unnatural about this. But tomorrow is christmas, and my sibs do not feel that waiting for dark to open presents is of the good, so in the daylight will I have to wake then, making this good practice. Mostly though I'm awake because (a) I got real bored real early last night and actually slept and (b) there was a really stupid dream.
There was something at the start of the dream about John Barrowman, possibly stalking him, and then being served breakfast by a cute guy. Which, you know, I could live with. But in the dream I was living in a coach and had all my stuff in a huge backpack and I stepped out with my breakfast to eat it and then the coach went away and I was in my pyjamas and bathrobe. This dream is therefore not realistic for while I own a bathrobe it has been in the wash for several years now and I own no pyjamas at all. They were nice and silky in the dream though, so it was less an Arthur Dent thing. Only then while standing in my pyjamas it was the first day of college (not school! win! only a bunch of people from school were there including that teacher who got fired for plagiarism and cheating on exams because clearly she'd be a mature student now due to needing a new career. Anyway.) So I was wandering around lost in a new campus (which looked a bit like boarding school and a bit like, well, every school I ever been to, including Cambridge which I only been to in a college way for long enough to fall down the stairs and land on coconut matting while wearing a skirt) and being Very Lost Indeed. It was no fun.
So then I found the teacher who said we'd sort out my missing worldly goods later and just turn up for the first lesson now. So I was stuck in an overcrowded classroom with no laptop or stuff to take notes with and sitting in a seat stuck right in the middle instead of my nice seat by the door and the getting started exercises were very colorful but I couldn't remember any of the right words and my headache was getting bigger and bigger, until I had to excuse myself to teach and stagger out the room with my hands clasped to my head and find the stairs which were covered in loose paper and try not to slip on the way down, cause we were on the third floor and it would have hurt.
Then someone else from class was randomly having a worse day than me cause they were stuck on top of a bus shelter. That was kind of amusing.
So then I staggered around looking for some kind of office to ask for help at and all I found were crowds of open day people who didn't know anything about anything and then someone I knew from school was all 'hey! hi! how are you! *hug*' and even the hi made my head hurt so the hug made me have a gigantimous waily tantrum. I totally burst into tears and listed all my problems at the top of my voice. It was horribly embarrassing.
And ten everyone in earshot rushed to help and I woke up and did not have a headache after all, yaays!
... if you dream you have a headache and it does indeed ache in the dream do you have an actual headache or only the memory of one?
So, anyway, now I'm real cheerful. This does not sound like a cheerful dream, and indeed it is not at all cheerful, it is of suck and lose. BUT, importantly, none of that ever happened in real life. I mean even the being lost in unfamiliar territory thing was never quite like that. And while I have had headaches I never had to leave class. And nobody stealed my stuff. And I'm pretty sure that the teacher would not expect me to turn up to class if somebody did stealed my stuff, especially if I was in my pyjamas.
... actually, come to think, the way people dress for college, a decent pair of pyjamas wouldn't make anyone bat an eye.
Usually I dream about wandering around naked. And, oddly, don't mind that at all. I guess Wrong Clothes is more offputting than No Clothes in becca's personal universe.
... possibly I go to too many conventions ...
... nah, no such thing possible ...
;-)
There was something at the start of the dream about John Barrowman, possibly stalking him, and then being served breakfast by a cute guy. Which, you know, I could live with. But in the dream I was living in a coach and had all my stuff in a huge backpack and I stepped out with my breakfast to eat it and then the coach went away and I was in my pyjamas and bathrobe. This dream is therefore not realistic for while I own a bathrobe it has been in the wash for several years now and I own no pyjamas at all. They were nice and silky in the dream though, so it was less an Arthur Dent thing. Only then while standing in my pyjamas it was the first day of college (not school! win! only a bunch of people from school were there including that teacher who got fired for plagiarism and cheating on exams because clearly she'd be a mature student now due to needing a new career. Anyway.) So I was wandering around lost in a new campus (which looked a bit like boarding school and a bit like, well, every school I ever been to, including Cambridge which I only been to in a college way for long enough to fall down the stairs and land on coconut matting while wearing a skirt) and being Very Lost Indeed. It was no fun.
So then I found the teacher who said we'd sort out my missing worldly goods later and just turn up for the first lesson now. So I was stuck in an overcrowded classroom with no laptop or stuff to take notes with and sitting in a seat stuck right in the middle instead of my nice seat by the door and the getting started exercises were very colorful but I couldn't remember any of the right words and my headache was getting bigger and bigger, until I had to excuse myself to teach and stagger out the room with my hands clasped to my head and find the stairs which were covered in loose paper and try not to slip on the way down, cause we were on the third floor and it would have hurt.
Then someone else from class was randomly having a worse day than me cause they were stuck on top of a bus shelter. That was kind of amusing.
So then I staggered around looking for some kind of office to ask for help at and all I found were crowds of open day people who didn't know anything about anything and then someone I knew from school was all 'hey! hi! how are you! *hug*' and even the hi made my head hurt so the hug made me have a gigantimous waily tantrum. I totally burst into tears and listed all my problems at the top of my voice. It was horribly embarrassing.
And ten everyone in earshot rushed to help and I woke up and did not have a headache after all, yaays!
... if you dream you have a headache and it does indeed ache in the dream do you have an actual headache or only the memory of one?
So, anyway, now I'm real cheerful. This does not sound like a cheerful dream, and indeed it is not at all cheerful, it is of suck and lose. BUT, importantly, none of that ever happened in real life. I mean even the being lost in unfamiliar territory thing was never quite like that. And while I have had headaches I never had to leave class. And nobody stealed my stuff. And I'm pretty sure that the teacher would not expect me to turn up to class if somebody did stealed my stuff, especially if I was in my pyjamas.
... actually, come to think, the way people dress for college, a decent pair of pyjamas wouldn't make anyone bat an eye.
Usually I dream about wandering around naked. And, oddly, don't mind that at all. I guess Wrong Clothes is more offputting than No Clothes in becca's personal universe.
... possibly I go to too many conventions ...
... nah, no such thing possible ...
;-)