dream
The premise of this dream was probably ignited by my ditching Biology class last Thursday and consequently missing notes and getting a zero on the pop quiz. I knew it was a bad idea at the time, but since I was going to work an eight hour shift that night, I wanted to be well-rested....so in this dream. Dr. H is teaching the class, that much remained accurate, but I created new classmates and a new campus.... I was standing in this long hallway, waiting for a seat to open up in this packed classroom. The only way I could go in and take notes is if someone would get up and leave, so I could have their seat. I finally gave up on this and walked around the building for a while and saw that Dr. H was simultaneously teaching another class on another floor, which didn't seem all that strange at the time. Class was about to begin and my old friend Charlie from high school was sitting near the front. I went to join him and as always, he was warm and friendly, but he gestured toward the several empty chairs and said something about how a lot of them are saved. So, before sitting down, I asked some girl if this seat was taken and she indicated it was in a very rude way....I don't remember exactly what she said, but it was definitely something more than "yes, this seat is taken" and I called her out on it, telling her thats fine, I'll find another seat, theres no reason to be rude. I'm about to walk off to find another seat and this girl continues to give me a hard time, about attending their class session, which is NOT the one I'm enrolled in. I walked back over to her and said "You know, theres no reason for you to have all this anxiety. You're not UGLY or anything and with a little makeup, you could even pass as cute." Her silence was satisfying, so I went and took the only seat available, next to this HUGE black guy. I'm using the word "huge", but actually it doesn't do justice to the size of this guy's girth, which consumed the limited space in his small desk and some of it was spilling over into MY desk. I was having to take notes while periodically unpeeling this guy's sweaty stomach from my desk, my arms, etc. As disgusting as this was, in the dream it only seemed like a minor inconvenience, like sitting next to someone who is playing a noisy gameboy. As if his layers of flesh weren't enough to deal with, this guy threw on his headphones and started listening to The Twilight Zone as a high octave. Eventually, Dr. H came over and insisted that he put it away and then I woke up.