Another shitty dream...
Usually when I'm in stressful times, I tend to have good dreams. Not lately. Lately they've all been shit.
I did have my standard class failing dream last night. Looks like it's time for those to start rearing their ugly head again. Fuuuuck. But lately, for the last few exams, instead of science class (which it was for at least five or six repetitions), it's a rec-ed class. Now, this one has been repeating at least four times now. It's usually in with a social class, and another science class. The other two, I'm passing, but for some reason, I just keep forgetting to go to my Rec-ed classes. I always think I've withdrawn or something and find it still on my transcript. I usually wind up panicking and running to the teacher to beg for forgiveness, but she's usually very dismissive of me.
As for the other part of my dream, I was at a house party. I remember the layout of the house -very- well. It was an incredibly detailed dream, which is perhaps why it freaked me out so much. Anyway, the kitchen was connected to the door everyone was coming in. I would try and draw it, but it'll look pretty shitty on my laptop... Oh what the hell.
Okay, so that's the layout. Everything except the main room looked really junky, old, etc. Full of shitty tiles, nasty walls, all that gross stuff. But the main room was made of gorgeous, dark wood; both the walls and the floors. Very weird dichotomy. Anyway, we were all in the main room and playing fighting games, when someone suggested me and someone I went to school with should re-enact a fight scene, as realistically as possible (the red X). Anyway, the other girl seemed all up for it. I was pretending to hit her at first, but she demanded that I actually hit her, even though she was also only pretending to hit me. Anyway, for some reason I obliged and started beating the shit out of her, throwing her to the ground and punching her in the face until she was bleeding all over the floor. Finally, I stopped, and the other people ran to her to take her to the hospital.
I was sitting on the couches on the ledge near the door, waiting for her to get back. A few other people stopped by, one was in a wedding dress and was explaining how she was marrying the one dude sitting at the table (who I might add was ridiculously sexy. Long black hair, dark eyes, gorgeous face) and then proceeded to smooth out her dress to reveal she was also pregnant. I told her she was very lucky and immediately after, the girl I beat walked into the house with her sister. Her face was still completely swollen. Her sister was swearing at me, asking what my problem was, etc. The girl was also ridiculously pissed off, and told me she needed surgery to have... something like a broken off piece of bone removed. I told her I would pay for her surgery but they were still obviously angry. I was freaking out about all of this, wondering why the hell I had even done it in the first place.
Everyone gradually started to leave, and I remembered Josh was having a birthday party across the street. I went there and the house was full of dudes just goofing around, but Josh was nowhere to be seen. Then a cat jumps up on the table in front of me and I pet it/greet it. It responds to me in Josh's voice and I respond with a good WTF. He explains to me how one of his friends found some weird magic toy that turns people into animals. I'm about to witness some kid being turned into a goat but then I wake up.
What the fuck, man. These dreams are fucked up and I'm frankly tired of waking up in a panic every damn day.
Aside from the dreams, I'm really rather annoyed. I'm getting all political because the people in power are fucking over the country and I can't understand why. Meanwhile, people are caring more about some shitty Uganda problem that happened over ten years ago. Seriously, guys. I know we're generally well off over here, but that's going to change if we don't fucking do something about it for fuck sakes. Ugh. It makes me feel ill.
I need to get to work. Maybe I'll break my rule and have another cup of coffee, just for today. It's one of those days where I need to get moving... in more than one way.
I did have my standard class failing dream last night. Looks like it's time for those to start rearing their ugly head again. Fuuuuck. But lately, for the last few exams, instead of science class (which it was for at least five or six repetitions), it's a rec-ed class. Now, this one has been repeating at least four times now. It's usually in with a social class, and another science class. The other two, I'm passing, but for some reason, I just keep forgetting to go to my Rec-ed classes. I always think I've withdrawn or something and find it still on my transcript. I usually wind up panicking and running to the teacher to beg for forgiveness, but she's usually very dismissive of me.
As for the other part of my dream, I was at a house party. I remember the layout of the house -very- well. It was an incredibly detailed dream, which is perhaps why it freaked me out so much. Anyway, the kitchen was connected to the door everyone was coming in. I would try and draw it, but it'll look pretty shitty on my laptop... Oh what the hell.
Okay, so that's the layout. Everything except the main room looked really junky, old, etc. Full of shitty tiles, nasty walls, all that gross stuff. But the main room was made of gorgeous, dark wood; both the walls and the floors. Very weird dichotomy. Anyway, we were all in the main room and playing fighting games, when someone suggested me and someone I went to school with should re-enact a fight scene, as realistically as possible (the red X). Anyway, the other girl seemed all up for it. I was pretending to hit her at first, but she demanded that I actually hit her, even though she was also only pretending to hit me. Anyway, for some reason I obliged and started beating the shit out of her, throwing her to the ground and punching her in the face until she was bleeding all over the floor. Finally, I stopped, and the other people ran to her to take her to the hospital.
I was sitting on the couches on the ledge near the door, waiting for her to get back. A few other people stopped by, one was in a wedding dress and was explaining how she was marrying the one dude sitting at the table (who I might add was ridiculously sexy. Long black hair, dark eyes, gorgeous face) and then proceeded to smooth out her dress to reveal she was also pregnant. I told her she was very lucky and immediately after, the girl I beat walked into the house with her sister. Her face was still completely swollen. Her sister was swearing at me, asking what my problem was, etc. The girl was also ridiculously pissed off, and told me she needed surgery to have... something like a broken off piece of bone removed. I told her I would pay for her surgery but they were still obviously angry. I was freaking out about all of this, wondering why the hell I had even done it in the first place.
Everyone gradually started to leave, and I remembered Josh was having a birthday party across the street. I went there and the house was full of dudes just goofing around, but Josh was nowhere to be seen. Then a cat jumps up on the table in front of me and I pet it/greet it. It responds to me in Josh's voice and I respond with a good WTF. He explains to me how one of his friends found some weird magic toy that turns people into animals. I'm about to witness some kid being turned into a goat but then I wake up.
What the fuck, man. These dreams are fucked up and I'm frankly tired of waking up in a panic every damn day.
Aside from the dreams, I'm really rather annoyed. I'm getting all political because the people in power are fucking over the country and I can't understand why. Meanwhile, people are caring more about some shitty Uganda problem that happened over ten years ago. Seriously, guys. I know we're generally well off over here, but that's going to change if we don't fucking do something about it for fuck sakes. Ugh. It makes me feel ill.
I need to get to work. Maybe I'll break my rule and have another cup of coffee, just for today. It's one of those days where I need to get moving... in more than one way.