Ok, so I had a pretty disturbing dream last night. I know this doesn’t really do the atmosphere justice, but that’s the way it works with these dream logs. If it’s too boring, just skip to the last two paragraphs.
So I’m in a school of some kind. Actually it’s a classroom and it’s modern day but everyone in the classroom is from my early elementary school days. I’m not doing well in the class. I think it’s about a foreign language of some kind. Most people are getting good grades and turning their homework in but for some reason I can never get my homework turned in because the notion to do it simply alludes me. I raise my hand and ask the teacher a question about perhaps some alternative forms of make-up work but someone else raises their hand immediately after mine. When they’re called on first, he lowers his hand and says “nevermind.” I raise my hand again and he does the same thing, clearly just to mess with me. The teacher calls on him, again and then I say “you’re a douchebag.” The teacher looks at me and doesn’t like this one bit. She comes over to me and chews me out and I continually apologize saying “it won’t happen again.” Then we finally get around to talking about my troubles with the class and before anything gets settled she leaves the room.
Next thing I know I’m getting harassed by all my classmates while she is gone. It starts to escalate and the class is over with. At this point I leave as well and head down to a market where I’m now in a wheelchair. It’s some kind of market in Rome, I know that because of the Italian television and all the food on the shelves. I actually think to myself: “this is awesome, finally good cheese in the U.S.” My dad comes out from some other section of the market and starts wheeling me around. We go around the place and into another shop. A dark man meets my dad with a bag and he hands me his new 17″ MBP. I’m not sure why he has it. He argues that it’s not 17″ and I assure him it is. Now I can walk again and we’re heading down the stairs. I try to put the laptop back in my dad’s bag that’s on his back and almost drop it. The dark man takes it and puts in the bag instead.
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