My weird dream
Last night I had a dream that was not only weirder than usual, but also completly missed the purpose of being a dream.
I forgot the start of the dream, but for some reason my dad had decided that the outside world was far too dangerous and we had to barricade ourselves in the house. There is so much logic wrong with this but I won't go into it. I was understandably pretty pissed about being locked inside forever and I wanted to go out and go to school. In the dream I was back in sixth form college and wanted to pass my exams so I could go to university.
So I went upstairs in a huff to put my books in my bag then escape by hitting my dad with a laser blast. It was a dream so apparently I could do that. That's right, I was so desperate to go to school that I was prepared to horrificly murder my own father!!
So I got upstairs and I tried to remember what classes I had that day so I would take the right books and leave the ones I didn't need behind. Since I haven't gone to college for about 3 and a half years, my unconcious brain obviously couldn't remember my schedule. I had been given a timetable at the beginning of the year, but hadn't needed it after a few weeks as I'd memorised it. I thought that if I could find the timetable then I would be all set.
My unconcious brain remembered that my old school stuff has been stuffed away somewhere in my room, so my dream self went on a quest to find it. I recall that this seemed to go on for some time without getting anywhere. I didn't realise that the logical thing to do would be to just take all of my books with me. I only took 3 courses at sixth form so I couldn't have had that many. And I didn't know if I'd be able to get back into my barricaded house. But no, I went on looking.
It went on for so long that I was probably late for school and had missed most of my first class anyway. In the dream I knew it was Friday, which was weird because the dream happened on a Thursday morning. But we were allowed to go home on Friday afternoons anyway so there was no point in me going to school now anyway. I could've just laser blasted my dad and gone down the arcade or stayed in and watched anime. But no, I just had to go on looking. I became obsessed with knowing what classes I had on Friday.
Then I started to wake up, and in the transition from asleep to awake I thought 'I know where my old school stuff is. I can just look it up.' But then a few minuits later I was hit by a realisation - I didn't live in my parent's house anymore, I lived in my own flat now. All my school stuff was several counties away with them!
I felt a little peeved at this but I solved it by just going back to sleep again. This time I had a much better dream about Merlin and Arthur in a hot tub.
I forgot the start of the dream, but for some reason my dad had decided that the outside world was far too dangerous and we had to barricade ourselves in the house. There is so much logic wrong with this but I won't go into it. I was understandably pretty pissed about being locked inside forever and I wanted to go out and go to school. In the dream I was back in sixth form college and wanted to pass my exams so I could go to university.
So I went upstairs in a huff to put my books in my bag then escape by hitting my dad with a laser blast. It was a dream so apparently I could do that. That's right, I was so desperate to go to school that I was prepared to horrificly murder my own father!!
So I got upstairs and I tried to remember what classes I had that day so I would take the right books and leave the ones I didn't need behind. Since I haven't gone to college for about 3 and a half years, my unconcious brain obviously couldn't remember my schedule. I had been given a timetable at the beginning of the year, but hadn't needed it after a few weeks as I'd memorised it. I thought that if I could find the timetable then I would be all set.
My unconcious brain remembered that my old school stuff has been stuffed away somewhere in my room, so my dream self went on a quest to find it. I recall that this seemed to go on for some time without getting anywhere. I didn't realise that the logical thing to do would be to just take all of my books with me. I only took 3 courses at sixth form so I couldn't have had that many. And I didn't know if I'd be able to get back into my barricaded house. But no, I went on looking.
It went on for so long that I was probably late for school and had missed most of my first class anyway. In the dream I knew it was Friday, which was weird because the dream happened on a Thursday morning. But we were allowed to go home on Friday afternoons anyway so there was no point in me going to school now anyway. I could've just laser blasted my dad and gone down the arcade or stayed in and watched anime. But no, I just had to go on looking. I became obsessed with knowing what classes I had on Friday.
Then I started to wake up, and in the transition from asleep to awake I thought 'I know where my old school stuff is. I can just look it up.' But then a few minuits later I was hit by a realisation - I didn't live in my parent's house anymore, I lived in my own flat now. All my school stuff was several counties away with them!
I felt a little peeved at this but I solved it by just going back to sleep again. This time I had a much better dream about Merlin and Arthur in a hot tub.