All Dreams Must Pass
As the hand strikes eleven, I ponder whether I'm ready to face my last school year in college. What's worse is what I am going to do when I graduate. I could go to med school or go back to the states and go to work. Oh snap! With these sudden anxieties and uncertainties, I could foresee a quarter-life crisis in the works. I hate talking about school, but I just need to get it off my chest. Well enough of that before I find myself wallowing in angst, tears, vomit, and remnants of my self-esteem. I already passed that "woe-me" stage of my insignificant life which was sadly embarassing. Jumping Topics again.... Saturday morning, I had a weird dream involving missing shoes and a suspicious caretaker of a haunted house/storage building. I was wearing prep school uniform. I exit from a classroom to go home. I find that I have two right-footed shoes. I start to search for them until I meet another classmate who has the same problem as me. I ask another classmate for advice. She said that I should buy a new pair from the storage place, but she warns me not to complete the paperwork and that one should not enter the building after sunset. My classmate and I went to the storage building where they sell school shoes. Seriously though, I don't think such a school that sells shoes exist. The paperwork comes and I remember the advice. However, I get a small piece of paper which included my full name, age, address, and birthday. My classmate gets a large document. I ask the lady why is it like that. She tells me that they don't have the pair that I want. I write my name, but I leave my address blank. The caretaker tells me I will get my shoes tomorrow afternoon. I go back to the storage building, but I find that the lady is not yet there. I wait there for a long time till she comes. She tells me that she has my shoes. At this moment, I grow more wary of her when she tries to get to go inside. I don't want to because it's dark and I want to go home. She has my new shoes, but I decided to go home. Next thing I know, I pulled into the house. The door refuses to budge. I'm now all alone and scared. I see the caretaker standing next to a figure shrouded by a cloak. I don't know what's going to happen to me. I woke up with no ending.