Nappy-time

[evilhippo]

I fell asleep again today. I don't blame myself... considering. And between 11 and 1 is such a nice time for a nap. Lately it's been the only time I could remember my dreams, too. It started out in my bedroom and I was talking to some people, and I basically sorted out my problem, which made me feel so much better... it's a shame it didn't happen in real life, and basically won't happen that way no matter what. Sigh. After that I had to go to work, which was some strange thing in this mental institution where no one was actually sick. The premise seemed to be that people just randomly showed up to get pampered once in awhile, though there was one guy who used this telescoping antenna thing as a knife and two other guys that were trying to outdrink each other using coffee. Random tours kept coming through, and this one girl who looked a lot like the sick prospie was telling me that she thought that the volunteers reminded her a lot of people she knew, and then she realized that we were all high school students. I tried not to be offended, and since I was done with my work I left. I remember thinking that it was weird that they barely ever called me to work. I went outside to catch the bus back, and I was walking with my roomie again. There was this drumming, and for some reason Loose Roots was playing in front of this hospital across the street. We were waiting for the 170 for some reason, and it finally showed up, but it had the wrong numbers displayed. It was way overcrowded, and the bus driver didn't want to let me on because I didn't have my school ID, only my Shoreland ID. It took me awhile to get it out of my pocket, and she started swearing at me. For some reason she had a list of names of people on the bus, and since I was practically sitting in front of her so she couldn't see, she kept yelling at me and telling me to stand behind someone named Fernando because he was only 4 feet tall. But she read the wrong name, because Fernando was like, 6'11. I got off, and somehow ended up at my old high school which had been entirely rebuilt. For some reason, depending on which door you went in it was next to impossible to get from one section of the school to another. There was a massive office that for some reason also included the UofC Student Care Center. I ended up on the wrong side and had to walk from the SSC, past this reception desk where I didn't recognize anyone finally back to the principal's office. I tried to open the door, but it was automatic and swung out and trapped me in this hallway off to the side for a bit. I laughed it off, because they could see me from the inside of the office because everything was made of glass. My principal was standing behind this counter with my government teacher standing behind him (though she was somehow taller than he was). I tried to make some comment about things getting worse than Wayside, but he was on the phone giving some ridiculous quote to the newspaper about the new additions to the school (really, it was something almost like "Who's ultra-hyper super large with room for everyone?").