Ugh.
So, first, I wasn't tired, so I didn't go to bed till around midnight. I read until around 1am and then finally fell asleep around 1:30. Not a huge problem, I didn't have to be up till 10am so I'd still get at least 8 hours of sleep.
Suuuure.
I had a dream that there were bats all over the place. I don't remember the full extent of the dream, just that there were bats. I wake up, somewhere around 6am, and realise the reason I was dreaming about bats was because the radiator was making a high-pitched squeaking sound (we've never turned it on, because our landlady/lord turn have theirs on a thermostat so theirs will kick in all the time and then our apartment will be about 5 degrees hotter than theirs, and my bedroom is right above theirs), so the high-pitched squeaking was making me dream of bats making squeaking noises at me. I put a pillow over my head and rolled over to go back to sleep.
Then I dreamed I was in Belgium again, on a class trip with my friends. The teacher let us off the train to do as we wanted and I went with Maria and one other person to the nearest Tram because I wanted to visit my host family. I was running around trying to figure out which tram we were at so I could see how to get home, when suddenly a whole bunch of school kids come down some stairs to the tram station and among them are my host brothers. They see me and give me a big hug and start asking me questions and stuff and then they start talking to their friends, partially in french, partially in english. Then at the tram stop, I spot Gregori (spanish love of my life) and he says hi and does the embrace greeting (kisses on the cheek), then we talk a little, but he and I are both being shy so I introduce my friends to him and we kind of part because the tram is coming, and then somehow my friends and I miss the tram that my host brothers are getting onto and Gregori was getting on it too, and then I woke up again.
I thought it was probably 9am because all of last week, I kept waking up at 9am. Noooo. It was 8am. I go back to sleep.
Then I dreamt I was in high school again. I remember a few things happening before hand in Maria's backyard with her siblings and her parents being strange (though they were always kind of strange) and then we're walking to school, except we walk to the elementary school, which was now the high school and I go in the basement with Huffman (I can't remember the kids first name, but his last name was Huffman in school), and we're hanging out, looking at comic books, and then we run to gym class and then the next day I go upstairs because I can't remember which locker is mine, and I find it with my name written on it, I open it easily without doing the lock and find lots of presents inside for all the holidays I've missed since I haven't opened my locker in a while, and then I realise I don't remember which class I have first and I don't have my schedule, so I walk by the math room and I find the teacher's gradebook sitting out and the room suddenly has big open spaces in the wall that look out into the hall so you can see the entire class, and the entire school is like one big party, it's all decorated and everyone's running around and stuff. I glance at the book and notice my name is on there and I have like ABABBAAABBA ***** and the last few stars are because I've been missing class and now I'm going to fail. So I run inside with my stuff and grab the teacher and start trying to talk to him and he's all like "there's nothing I can do, blah blah" so I start to cry and he sits down and finally listens to me and I explain to him that I was sick for a few days and then I came back and couldn't remember my class schedule so I was going to gym in the mornings on accident and the teacher never said anything to me about being in the wrong class, and I was really sorry and he knew I was an A student and that I had a 3.8 GPA and blah blah, couldn't I do extra credit or extra homework or something to fix it? And he finally sighed and said he'd see what he could do and I gave him a hug and then ran to my seat and then woke up again.
It was 9:30.
I'm so tired. x.x
Suuuure.
I had a dream that there were bats all over the place. I don't remember the full extent of the dream, just that there were bats. I wake up, somewhere around 6am, and realise the reason I was dreaming about bats was because the radiator was making a high-pitched squeaking sound (we've never turned it on, because our landlady/lord turn have theirs on a thermostat so theirs will kick in all the time and then our apartment will be about 5 degrees hotter than theirs, and my bedroom is right above theirs), so the high-pitched squeaking was making me dream of bats making squeaking noises at me. I put a pillow over my head and rolled over to go back to sleep.
Then I dreamed I was in Belgium again, on a class trip with my friends. The teacher let us off the train to do as we wanted and I went with Maria and one other person to the nearest Tram because I wanted to visit my host family. I was running around trying to figure out which tram we were at so I could see how to get home, when suddenly a whole bunch of school kids come down some stairs to the tram station and among them are my host brothers. They see me and give me a big hug and start asking me questions and stuff and then they start talking to their friends, partially in french, partially in english. Then at the tram stop, I spot Gregori (spanish love of my life) and he says hi and does the embrace greeting (kisses on the cheek), then we talk a little, but he and I are both being shy so I introduce my friends to him and we kind of part because the tram is coming, and then somehow my friends and I miss the tram that my host brothers are getting onto and Gregori was getting on it too, and then I woke up again.
I thought it was probably 9am because all of last week, I kept waking up at 9am. Noooo. It was 8am. I go back to sleep.
Then I dreamt I was in high school again. I remember a few things happening before hand in Maria's backyard with her siblings and her parents being strange (though they were always kind of strange) and then we're walking to school, except we walk to the elementary school, which was now the high school and I go in the basement with Huffman (I can't remember the kids first name, but his last name was Huffman in school), and we're hanging out, looking at comic books, and then we run to gym class and then the next day I go upstairs because I can't remember which locker is mine, and I find it with my name written on it, I open it easily without doing the lock and find lots of presents inside for all the holidays I've missed since I haven't opened my locker in a while, and then I realise I don't remember which class I have first and I don't have my schedule, so I walk by the math room and I find the teacher's gradebook sitting out and the room suddenly has big open spaces in the wall that look out into the hall so you can see the entire class, and the entire school is like one big party, it's all decorated and everyone's running around and stuff. I glance at the book and notice my name is on there and I have like ABABBAAABBA ***** and the last few stars are because I've been missing class and now I'm going to fail. So I run inside with my stuff and grab the teacher and start trying to talk to him and he's all like "there's nothing I can do, blah blah" so I start to cry and he sits down and finally listens to me and I explain to him that I was sick for a few days and then I came back and couldn't remember my class schedule so I was going to gym in the mornings on accident and the teacher never said anything to me about being in the wrong class, and I was really sorry and he knew I was an A student and that I had a 3.8 GPA and blah blah, couldn't I do extra credit or extra homework or something to fix it? And he finally sighed and said he'd see what he could do and I gave him a hug and then ran to my seat and then woke up again.
It was 9:30.
I'm so tired. x.x