Last night I had the worst dream. It was a nightmare. It doesn't SOUND like a nightmare, it sounds pretty funny, actually but when I was dreaming it, it was very uncool and I woke up feeling anxious and ready to not think about it anymore. No such luck.
I dreamed that I was in high school. Not the highschool that I went to but some nameless/faceless/unrecognizable-but-definitely highschool. I was in the library working on writing a paper and I had this outline to make and get approved by my familiar byt unrecognizable teacher, and he didn't like it so I had to start all the fuck over again. I didn't put a lot of effort into the second one and fucked if ya know it, he LIKED that one better.
So in my dream I was pretty pissed off, and I walked home. When I got home, both of my parents were waiting for me (in real life my mom died before I was in HS). "You smell like cigarette smoke," my mom said. "What the fuck?@! No good afternoon, no hello, what's up with that," I said, and "I do not smell like smoke".
"Why did you take so long getting home from school?" I was asked. "Because you were smoking and taking drugs?" they wanted to know. Ummmm NO how about I was busting my ass re-writing my motherfucking PROJECT OUTLINE please and being all studious!!!???
I was already pretty riled up at that point in the dream, but my parents kept pushing it.... "so do you want to tell us what kind of drugs your on or will we have to rip apart your room searching for it?" they wanted to know. I'M NOT ON FUCKING DRUGS I tried to tell them, but they kept persisting. "If you're not on drugs then why are you yelling?! Only people on drugs get paranoid and belligerint like this, you need to be locked up in rehab!" they were saying to which I would try to speak calmly but also end up yelling "well, I'm trying to be calm, but if YOU were accused of being on drug wouldn't YOU BE PISSED OFF TOO!?!!"
I don't remember how it ended up, but I felt very yucky when I woke up. It does sound pretty funny reading over it now, but it felt like hell while it was happening in my head. Scenes like that actually took place when I was in high school though. Just with my dad. Maye that is why the dream sucked so much. Except that he was usually right. Hah. Oh well.
