My Subconscious Still Believes I Didn’t Graduate

I dream that a new school year is about to begin and I’m hurrying to get there in time. I’m in an awful mood because I’m much older than the kids around me, being in my 30s, and I’d rather find a job than go back to school.

A crowd has gathered in front of the gates, my old Latin professor is reading out names; when called, each kid has to surrender their phone and answer a personality quiz, I find it totally unacceptable. My name is never called though, is it because I skipped finals last year? Please, I must have repeated my junior year so many times, it must count for something!

I finally approach the professor, I tell him I don’t want to go back to school anyway. He’s very harsh, telling me I’ll never amount to something in life, but gives me 500 bucks as reparation, I’ll take that. I also find a 400 phone top-up on the ground. I pocket that too.

Now to explain all this mess to my mom. Oh, she’s gonna be so mad.

Falling Asleep, Or Not

I dream that C. has come to visit me and we’re sharing a bed on the balcony. It’s the middle of the night but I can’t sleep, I’m listening to a new album by a young rapper, created on a dare, the songs are simply titled “1”, “2”, “3”, “4” and “5”. I’m crying because the songs are so beautiful, I wake up C. to make her listen, she cries too and I feel validated in my musical tastes. In the morning C. grabs her backpack and invites me to go climb a hill and see the castle up there. I’m exhausted after the sleepless night but I can’t say no to her, I prepare to leave… and wake up, glad I actually got some rest.

Then I dream my old Latin teacher is asking me questions in Spanish, but I never got around to study future tenses. He asks questions about Doctor Who next, and I know those but I already lost my chance to answer something right. As the other kids raise their hands, the teacher falls asleep on a red couch at the front of the classroom.