Tag: school

Starts Very Typical, Goes a Tad Weird

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I dream that I’m walking to school and it’s raining. I stop to buy some ham. If the dream wasn’t recurring enough, there are two identical supermarkets in the same town area. All I’m worried about is my ham melting because it’s too hot outside.

I come across a Christmas parade, I’m upset and I tell them it’s July! They accuse me of lacking Christmas spirit. I say,

I do have Christmas spirit. In December!

I walk past a crepes stand. My cousin takes me to a huge party in a nearby house, it’s too damn loud and I immediately nope out of it. Cousin is upset.

I go back home and watch a Doctor Who episode with my mom, who is apparently a Michelle Gomez fan. Then we watch Derry Girls, it’s an episode where they ice skate like their idol, Tonya Harding. A little boy falls in love with James and is stalking him.

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A Little Morbid

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I dream that I keep being late for school, I’m late in the morning, I’m late in the afternoon. I even waste time cleaning the mailbox outside my house, it’s raining so it really doesn’t make any sense.

Then I dream that I’m hiding a kitten and a little girl in my room. The child is about six or seven. I tell her to not make a sound because there’s a monster in the hallway.

The monster is my father. He finds the kitten and throws it against a wall during one of his tantrums. I eventually have to tell him about the girl too, and to my great surprise he doesn’t get angry. We end up fostering dozens of children to reap the government’s benefits.

We go check the spare apartment where we are storing the children. They all turned into stickers, and a few suffocated inside their plastic wraps. I wonder if it’s morally wrong to still use the stickers, they look real pretty even though they are dead.

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Potential Love Interest

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I’m going to school with a girl on a wheelchair; she’s absolutely beautiful, with big brown eyes, and I know I’m gonna fall in love with her. Along the way I describe the churches and monuments we pass by. Is she blind too? I honestly don’t know. Maybe I’m just showing off.

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Asshole Teacher

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I dream that my high school finals are getting near and I haven’t studied or anything, I’m terrified of what my father will say when I fail miserably.

On the day of the final I go to class and I’m assigned a comic book to draw. The assignment is too damn long and I tell the teacher I can’t possibly finish it in time. “Am I not human?” I ask in tears.

“Yes,” he says, “but you’ll never be special.“

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Hey This Seems Like a Nice Dr− Nevermind It Was Anxiety All Along

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I dream that I’m being visited by a young doctor, blonde, his face reminds me of a nazi soldier. I have a bruise in the crook of my arm (I just had a blood test IRL), the doctor asks me to show him, then he grabs my arm and squeezes and squeezes, the bruises grow and grow.

Then I dream that some guy is bullying me online, he wants to meet and I’m a no-show. An unknown number calls my phone, I almost don’t answer but curiosity win. It’s a girl who went on the date in my place, just in the spirit of trolling. She needs help now to take a train home because, she explains on the phone, she’s blind and not familiar with the area. Suddenly I’m on the train with her and I’m very happy to help. Too late I realize with a panic that the train is getting me further and further from home and there’s no stop until several cities over.

And yet another dream: my country has made a massive business deal with China, countless celebrities are flying over to show their support. My class goes on a trip to China too, I’m very jetlagged but nonetheless happy to go shopping. As usual all I’m looking for is some new stationary, but soon I have to start running through the local shopping center because a murder is after me.

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I Keep Dreaming About Beating Up People For Some Reason

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I’m once again back to school. I want to sit in the back of the classroom, next to the window, so I can doodle without the teacher noticing, but I end up sandwiched between two kids instead.

I find a yellow envelope on my desk, inside there’s a love letter from that boy I used to like. Everybody is laughing and teasing me, I pretend I don’t care about the letter and throw it out the window. Then, for good measure, beat up the kid who laughed the hardest.

The teacher walks in, notices the boy with the face all bruised and asks who did it. I raise my hand, ready to face my punishment, but all the other kids raise theirs too. We got each other’s back, they’re gonna protect me, I realize with a rush.

(Photo by Edwin Andrade on Unsplash)

The teacher calls me to his desk, it’s an oral interrogation. As usual I didn’t study and didn’t even bring the textbook in my backpack, I look at him sarcastically and say,

What did you expect? Did you ever see me in this class before?

The teacher is mad now, he calls a man to drag me out of the room. It’s a shining gold man with winged feet, obviously a deity. He grabs me but I throw him to the floor like he weighs nothing. “Who are you?!” the teacher asks, incredulous.

I am the daughter of Zeus,

I say, and indeed now I look like a tall, beefy, blonde girl.

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Like Always

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Like always I dream about a rainstorm. Like always, I’m late for school. Like always I feel ashamed and guilty.

(Also I dream about Ron Swanson flying a plane)

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Missing Man

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I’m at school and it’s raining, I have a borrowed umbrella. My old crush, L., is fighting over me with another boy, the rest of the kids hate me because I’m always skipping class.

There is a man missing, an old friend of my dad. I set out with L. to go look for him, we eventually learn he was kidnapped and held in a stationary store’s basement. The store owners chase us, I run to the rooftops and find a knife; I use the knife to stab them and drive them away.

I then apparently forget all about the kidnapped man until the day after, when I tell my dad to go collect him at the store.

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Hello Deep Seated Trauma!

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My underwear is soaked in blood. I don’t want anyone to know, so I wash it in the sink. I don’t know how to dry it, I need to hide it.

In the living room my parents and siblings are gathered together, laughing. It’s raining outside. I need to go to school, but my mom asks me to go grocery shopping; sure, I’ll just skip school today, I don’t care.

Dad is upset hearing this. I tell him I don’t want to go to school anymore, I want to get a job, but he’s worried we’ll be in debt. No we won’t, I tell him, remember last year when I was doing both high school and college? Rules are stupid.

Mom is of course taking his side. I’m so angry at her, I grab and shake her. Why don’t you ever listen to me?! I say. She smiles a wry smile and doesn’t look at me. She’s small now, the size of a cat, and I lift her up and keep shaking. Why don’t you love me?! I yell. Why don’t you care about me?!

She doesn’t listen. She never listens.

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Lost Presents

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We find a bunch of children’s toys hidden in a closet in hour home, they are all still packaged and rather old, hidden there since the 70s. They are all strange and ugly, there is a naked Barbie with a giant stomach: when you open it, a little blonde doll with pigtails pops out.

A neighbor gave the toys to my mom to hide until Christmas, but she died shortly after and the toys were long forgotten. We decide now we’re gonna wrap them up for that neighbor’s children.

One of her children sits next to me at school, it’s the pudgy blond boy. I show him the presents and say they are for him and his siblings. What would he like, I ask, maybe colored pencils would be useful?

He asks what I’m gonna give to his older, already adult brother, I say I’ll give the toys to his toddler son instead. He thinks for a moment and say,

The toddler is also my mother’s child, but we will never tell him.

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