… And then I’m in my elementary school stair well panicked because I am realizing that I have never been to a class that is now on my schedule which means that I will probably fail. And of course my feet are stuck to the ground even though I can see the classroom at the top of the stairs and it appears chaotic. But I’m really 16 years old and this is a high school history course being taught by one of my college professors who, in real life, would hang out with us in bars. But isn’t this real life? I suddenly realize that the stairs have turned to nothingness and I’m standing on one stair that is suspended in mid-air and if I move I will most certainly fall to my death. Looking down I see our basement as I glance at the course schedule that is still in my hand. Balance. What was it that I forgot to do? And then there was the ringing — a familiar ring similar to my iphone although Kate recently changed my ringtone. And there it is again. And again. And then I wake up.
….with a hangover, I hope.Hang in there – everything will be fine. With meds, er, I mean, meditation. Yes, everything will be just fine if you breathe (and not on that kid’s inhaler like the last time).
Get out of my head. Plus you forgot the part about ripping the contacts that you haven’t worn in over a decade.
Did you have your Eddie Van Halen haircut in this one? I hope so because that would put the cherry on top of the ice cream sundae. I used to have one where I watched in horror as a huge wave made it’s way toward me and right before it was about to break in all it’s fury on top of my head I woke up.
Dreams in which I went back to school are the worst. The earlier the school is, the scarier the dream is. *shudder*
I still have college dreams where I never went to a class and suddenly its the end of the semester and I have to find the class and take the final…agh! Hate those!
I didn’t have a mirror with me I don’t think, so I’m not sure about the hair… but let’s just assume that the EVH was in full effect.