Last night was a dream for the record books! It was a new twist on one of my usual school related stress dreams. For years these dreams took the form of me learning I had to go back to high school to make up a credit, which also involved me getting sucked back into marching band. More recently they’ve changed and involve me taking classes and it’s the end of the semester. Horrors upon horrors, I learn I was registered for a class and completely forgot about it all semester! Usually it is a class taught by my 9th grade English teacher or my 11th grade history teacher.
Last night was an odd twist on the formula. It was a class taught by my 9th grade English teacher, but I actually attended it. The problem was the teacher was a ditz and lagged behind in where we were supposed to be and also canceled classes left and right. In the syllabus it stated we had to turn in a major research paper at the end of the semester. However it was the end of the semester and the teacher had told us nothing about this paper. When asked if we were still required to do it, she said yes and it was due in two days!
At the same time my dissertation was due as well. I’m not exactly sure what the hell it was on in the dream, it had to do with the Revolutionary War as I kept carrying around a box of artifacts from the war (more on this later). I decided since the English teacher gave us no guidelines on the paper, I would give her a copy of my dissertation! Someone told me that was cheating and planned to report me.
Back to the box of artifacts. I don’t know what my project was about, it did involve these artifacts and setting them up somehow. I don’t know. It also involved working out side, and at the time of the dream it was cold and snowing. I was angry because my gloves no longer fit. Carson Kresley of all people (Queer Eye for the Straight Guy) borrowed them and stretched them out.
To make matters worse, I had to work at night and only by the lamp of old oil lanterns. Why? Because the box of artifacts attracted zombies. Yes, I said zombies! I guess they were unable to see and get to me in the dark. (I think the zombies are due to me watching a horror film before bed)
The dream ended with me having to take the box with me to the English class during the day, causing swarms of zombies to chase me. Lets just say I woke up gasping when I was forced to watch a car run over something. I will spare you what the something is, cause it is something cute 🙁
Dustin
Didn’t you say you were playing “Dead Rising”? That might explain the zombie part.
Speaking of which, I downloaded the demo — looked kinda clutzy. What’s your review?
Dead Rising is pretty good, but because of time I haven’t actually played it
for a few days 🙂
The controls take getting used to for sure, and at times it can become
frustrating (which is a theme with Capcom’s zombies games).
It seems like there is tons of replayability, tons of missions you either
can take or not take. I’m trying to just get through the main game right
now, letting all the people trapped in the mall get eatten by the zombies.
I’ll try saving them the second time around perhaps. There is also a million
and one things to do in all the shops, and the weapons are fun. Later in the
game you get a chain saw and a lawnmower and can mow through the crowds.
Did you download Saints Row? My brother is getting that so I’m going to try
it when I go home next. It’s like Grand Theft Auto in a way, but I think
with less cars.
That is sooo weird and funny!!! I got a good laugh out of that! Dreams are a strange thing…
That’s quite the stress dream, so frustrating! Debby’s right; dreams are funny things.