I wish I could actually remember all of this dream I just had (this is what I get for falling asleep in the middle of the afternoon), and I remember waking up at like, 4:30 and knowing what was going on in it, but just rolling over and letting it continue. There was lots of stuff leading up to the first thing I remember, but unfortunately I can't really remember it. I went back my high school (which now looked remarkably like the UofC... huh) to visit my senior english teacher and her now-senior class that I will probably always refer to the Junior class. So they were in this classroom that looked like it would've fit right into Harper or something. It was in the corner of this hallway and all dark wood, and had an arched doorway and windows on either side. My teacher was sitting in her desk with the back to the windows, so I stood by the windows and made faces at the class and they laughed at me until the teacher came outside to talk to me. I apologized for showing up before the bell rang for the end of class, but I couldn't help it. I vaguely remember wearing something obnoxiously pink reminiscent of something else posted rather recently... So I told her that I got an entire year of english credit (which is mostly true, I think) for my AP score, and she was all happy but said something like "Why did you come? What if I would've just yelled at you and kicked you out?" And I just sort of smiled at her. She went back inside the classroom and I followed her. There were only about 8 people in there, and I recognized them, but they weren't people that I had really met before. They all acted rather infantile and the only one that was a recognizable person (the younger brother of my "competition" last year, who didn't even belong in there, come to think of it) tried to moon everyone and I remember saying something like "Wow, it's just like last year's class only without... me." And then they all said random things to me, and I left. I was walking down the hallway, and I accidentally spilled some sort of ice all over the floor, but I couldn't clean it up. I ended up later on at this McDonalds, and I was looking for someone that had been there with me before, and I was looking at these weird security tapes that showed every table, but all I could ever see was this weird kid in a baseball cap, or my friends from home mooning me and generally giving me the cold shoulder. I was going to leave, and finally the guy I was looking for walks in, but I decide to leave anyway. There was some confused bits of parking, and eventually I ended up driving my mom's white car from the back seat, but since I couldn't see properly and hadn't driven in a long time, I told my dad to take over, since he was in the driver's seat. He angrily shifted gears and took over.
So, that's pretty much what I remember. There was something involving one of the guys on our floor from Buffalo and some sort of religious celebration of rollercoaters, but I can't really explain it. There was also some sort of paradeish thing we were all watching together (UofC people this time) where all the top fashion designers had made floats and people were wearing costumes made out of advertisements that were cut out rather poorly. There was some sort of implied drug use that I was not involved in, and I was terribly jealous that I wasn't involved. Come to think of it, I think after that is when I went to visit my english teacher. So that might be the big part missing from the beginning. Huh. I imagine this has something to do with my subconscious being worried about the separation between where I'm from, and all the people I know there, and where I am and all the people I'm getting to know. Silly subconscious, it'll all work out fine.
So, that's pretty much what I remember. There was something involving one of the guys on our floor from Buffalo and some sort of religious celebration of rollercoaters, but I can't really explain it. There was also some sort of paradeish thing we were all watching together (UofC people this time) where all the top fashion designers had made floats and people were wearing costumes made out of advertisements that were cut out rather poorly. There was some sort of implied drug use that I was not involved in, and I was terribly jealous that I wasn't involved. Come to think of it, I think after that is when I went to visit my english teacher. So that might be the big part missing from the beginning. Huh. I imagine this has something to do with my subconscious being worried about the separation between where I'm from, and all the people I know there, and where I am and all the people I'm getting to know. Silly subconscious, it'll all work out fine.
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*can't picture this. actually, she can, but ends up in small fits of giggles*
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