Dream 1:
Starts off as good as any dream can, right? I'm in a building that has a class that begins in like 12 minutes. I don't have any of the materials for that class. Luckily, the house I live in is next door. I see the professor in the hallway and I tell her I'm leaving to get said items and that I'll be back. I run to the house and up the stairs. Open the door and Abi C.'s there not really doing anything. Standin around and such. I'm in a huge hurry, throwin stuff in and out of my bookbag before just coming to the conclusion that my bookbag cannot possibly hold all the things I need, therefore I need a bigger container. I throw all my stuff into a wooden trunk and start hauling it downstairs after checking the clock to notice I'm already a couple minutes late. And worst of all, this was about 3-4 weeks into the semester and I'd only been to this class once or twice, I totally forgot I was even enrolled.
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Jump to much later in the same dream to where my other sister, Rachel C. and I are going to a bank. Due to some random complicated circumstances, I was in a position to be granted a sum of money from a video by Neil Cicierega. Maybe it was a contest, maybe he just liked me. But it was a video about Santa Claus, but filtered through his wonderfully demented mind to where Santa was now called Sotis. Which now that I think of it may be the SCOTUS decision working it's way into my subconscious in a really weird way. We get there and the place looks like an old-timey model house or something. Everything there looks really nice in that roped-off look-don't-touch kinda way. But, it turns out it was a 5/3 bank, so I could use it. I try to find the slip for, like, a money request or whatever is mostly appropriate for the situation. I think I found it next to the withdraw/deposit slips in a high up position on top of a cabinet barely in reach. I also remember having troubles finding a pen. I don't think I ever got around to handing it to a bank teller.
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From there, we go into a side room which I think turned out to be the class I was late for at the beginning of the dream. And it was either the instructor or the teacher's assistant, but she was being a total asshole to people for anything that may have been "out of line." But that comes more into play later. What's more important was that I sat next to my dream girl. Her name was Sarah. This was actually an amazing dream because of this. I sat next to this girl who was wonderfully attractive with long black hair, but more importantly was how quickly we began making quick-witted jokes to each other and having a really good time. We clicked perfectly, but I knew it was perfection a short time later. The teacher/TA started talking about us, trying to shame us or embarrass us for wasting time, or being late, or something dumb. Basically being stupidly uptight. Both of us started retorted saying about how she's taking things way too seriously and should chill out on this. And at the same time, in equally bad Meeseeks impressions from Rick and Morty, we both shouted "You just gotta reLAAAAX." It was the most perfect thing I'd ever seen in a dream. It must've overthrown all structure for the class as we all then got up and left. I couldn't find Rachel anywhere, so I assume she left on her own. Which was actually perfect, cause I was planning on leaving with Sarah anyways. As we left, I woke up.
Dream 2: Dream two takes place at Louis H's place. His house. I walked down the street and into someone's garage, took their scooter, and pushed my way bake to his place. There was a party there. I don't know who all was there, but I remember specifically Hannah S. was there. I told people about how I pretty much stole that scooter and had to bring it back, but more pressing, I noticed that Hannah was distracted, appeared bothered by something. She kept checking her phone with an upset look on her face. I wanted to tell her that if she wanted to talk about something, she could talk to me and I'd try to help out. Instead of telling her verbally, I wrote it on the inside of a small cardboard box and put it on her head. She opened the other end of it to where her head popped out the other end. She didn't tell me anything, but she looked at me in a way of mutual understanding. And I think we all won in the end.
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I mean, that first dream was just about the best dream I ever had, and the only one that came close was the one where Rob E. and I were in a gay relationship with each other and acted like an old married couple. That one was pretty great.
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