2004-02-21 - 8:00 p.m.
WEEK #5: AND WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH DREAMS?
Seriously, what IS the deal with dreams? They sure are crazy sometimes, am I right, folks?
I used to have this recurring dream about school a lot. In the dream I haven't been to class in days, maybe weeks, and I'm in serious danger of failing. And my dream consisted of me worrying about it and knowing that I had to go meet with the teacher to try working something out. Then I'd wake up and I'd have to think about whether it was really true or not.
I'm pretty sure that dream started during high school, because I missed several weeks due to having a really bad case of food poisoning. Actually, I don't even know if it was food poisoning, but it sure felt crappy. About 25 people in the area got really sick around the same time and I was one of the lucky ones.
I only know about the other people because the health & disease control center (or whatever it's called) in Atlanta came out to investigate, and I had to give them a detailed recap of every meal I'd eaten for the 2 weeks prior to getting sick. And they wanted to take my blood. And a stool sample! Oh, it was so awful. They violated me! I never did hear what caused the whole thing, though. What is the government keeping from me? What do they not want me to know?
I missed a lot of school because of that, although I was never anywhere near failing because I kept my teachers informed. So why don't I do the same thing in my dream? Why is my dream, in fact, the exact opposite of what happened? I don't know!
Then I missed a lot of school during my senior year because it was my senior year and I didn't feel like going very much. I was never in danger of failing then either, but I kept my teachers far less updated on this go-round. I probably missed 4-5 times the amount of days we're allowed to, but I worked in the attendance office my junior and senior years and I was "in" with the secretaries, so they never held me accountable for any of it. That's good advice to all the kids out there. Get in good with the people in the office and it'll be smoooooth sailing.
During football season I stayed home almost every Monday after we started playing games because my knees would still hurt. Nobody from the school ever questioned this, since sports are more valued than an education in our misguided society. Then in the spring I got more selective and would occasionally miss other days than just Monday. Like Tuesday, or perhaps Wednesday. TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY. Keep hope alive! TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY.
I tried not to miss Fridays because they'd always serve the excellent banana slices + strawberries + juice concoction at lunch. Mmmm! I'd eat the fruit and then drink up the juice right from the tray. That and a chickwich with mayo and pickle slices, plus on special occasions a greasy fried POTATO WEDGE. Oh, goodness me. Right here and now I will put forth the notion that it does not get much better than that.
Anyway, I've clearly paid the price for my behavior in those days, what with these darned dreams. But I don't have that one so much anymore. Now I have one about Charity that usually takes place either in high school or elementary school. No junior high for some reason, so I guess they didn't pony up the appearance fee. But the dream basically consists of me trying to tell her how much I like her. How much I LIKE-like her. Yeah, you know what I'm talking about. Ba ba ba boom chick a boom.
But I can't do it, though! Either she won't stop and listen to me when I tell her, or one of her old boyfriends will be there or something and their presence stops me from saying it. Charity says that the ones where I'm trying to tell her and can't get her to listen are frustration dreams and that I'm frustrated about something. Yeah I am, I'm frustrated that she never listens! Start doing what I tell you, woman.
Haha, I'm just being silly. I truly don't know why I'd be frustrated, though. It's more disappointing than frustrating that I wasn't smart enough to tell her these things back then. But it seems odd considering that when I wake up from these dreams she's right there next to me. It's not like she's off planning to marry some other jabroni. THAT would be frustrating. (And very sad!)
Then last night I had another one of these dreams, this time taking place in the 5th grade. And I finally got to tell her! And she listened! Everything was so joyous and grand, even though my grown-up thoughts in a 5th grader's mind is a somewhat questionable scenario. Parental guidance is suggested.
BUT THEN sirens started going off and a voice over the PA system announced that A HUGE TORNADO was coming right at the school. What the heck! I finally tell her and then I have to die? That's a sucky payoff to this ongoing saga.
We retreated to the library for protection, but strangely we left and went to the cafeteria for lunch. And even with my impending death just moments away, you know I had some banana slices and strawberries. Yum yum gimmie some!
Then I just kinda woke up. The tornado never did come or anything. Maybe I've finally beaten this dream. I also had this weird one a few days ago where I was mowing the lawn and some old lady kept trying to bite me on the neck. I don't know WHAT that one means.
gg bye!
