Dream a Little Dream (less weird)

Despite the fact that I have four blogs, I couldn't find a place to put this in. The Weird Bunch blog just recently published the Alice Part II episode and I didn't want to overpower or mask that post with this one. My Theory of Life blog has nothing to do with dreams, and the Story of My Life blog is private (although it addresses readers) and since this dream was related to college, I thought, why not here?

At the risk of masking last night's post about Childhood, here is the weird dream I had:

The first thing you need to know is that, in this dream, I am extremely sick. I had the whole respiratory congestion going on, and I remember I looked in the mirror and saw that the bottom lining of my eyeballs were blood-red and my cheeks and throat had swollen up so bad that I looked like Monica in the fat suit.

Another thing you should know is that I was in college already, obviously, and that I was living in a place I shared with--here's the weird and random part--my TLC from MEA's Prep Course, Bea. Well, anyway, I remember being really sick that I was asleep for most of the day.

The reason I said "place I shared" is because we seemed to be living in a house because after one particularly long sleep, I awoke in my bed, which was near a window, and pulled aside the curtain to look outside and see the dark outline of Bea ringing the doorbell (as though she had forgotten her keys). I only saw the blurry and dark outline because my eyes were also swollen shut.

Somehow I let her in with a push of a button and went back to sleep. When I woke up, I looked in the mirror (that's when I found my face all messed up) and was devastated. I then went outside my room and saw that the whole place was cleaned up. I had no basis on what it looked like before, but it was obviously cleaned up. In the dream, it was assumed that Bea had done it, which is very nice of dream-version Bea, so thank you, dream-version Bea. She had also resupplied stuff like milk and some biscuits (like my Mom does... that's weird).

But when I had gone out, she was gone. I guessed she went to school already. There were some transitions... I went on Facebook... and then BAM, I realized I was late for my Math LT! I thought it was a Thursday and it was already 12:45 PM. I realize now that my Math during Thursdays is scheduled at 10:00, but in my dream it was at 1:00, I think. I could have made it by immediately going down (this contradicts the earlier moment when I thought I was in a house) and taking a trike straight to school, but then I'd have skipped a shower and not to mention, I'd have gone to school with a freakish face.

Then I realized I could have gotten the dates wrong, and that it was only Wednesday. So I checked on my computer and indeed, it was only Wednesday. It was the first day back to school. I realized I had cut Biotech that morning and was in the process of missing Math class. Math class during Wednesdays are at 12:30. I then panicked a bit because the lesson that day might've been crucial to the LT the next day, but there was no helping it; I had missed Math class and that was it.

So I decided to get ready and attend EngLit. At least I wouldn't have cut the whole day. So after I took a refreshing shower, I looked in the mirror again and saw that my face size had reduced significantly, but my eyes were still bloody.

I got to school and felt sick as ever and I found myself lying on a sofa in a dark room with full-length windows (Imagine the Rizal Library Information Commons without all the computers and with the lights off at sunset). Sir Roy had us doing a singing contest (like in Glee) and there were three groups.

I was exempted because I was in Marching Band, yes, we had gone back to being in HS, but I chose to help one group (which I did back in the Rock Band project for Music class back in HS) of my friends. I don't remember who was in the group in the dream because it was very blurry.

Anyway, I was so tired and my head felt so heavy that I ended up falling asleep while they performed but subconsciously listening to the three groups' singing. In my head I knew that our group (who sang 2nd) was the best; they sang an energetic, bubbly, happy song while the guys (who came before them) sang an emo song, I think, and the girls who came after them sang one of those dramatically long Celine Dion-esque songs.

I knew I was going to be the one to decide who wins, because I was exempted (I don't know why). Also, I knew that my group was thinking I wouldn't choose them because of what happend last time (fictionally, in the dream). Apparently, last time there was a competition like this, I chose the other team to win because they were better. But this time, in my heart, I knew that my group was the best.

I never got to announce the winner because the scene changed again and I found myself in front of a mirror in a make-up room (think behind the scenes) and my dad had called and asked why there was a girl living in my house/flat, and I told him we were dorming together since the beginning, but she usually went to sleepovers and stuff that he had never noticed her actually being there. My dad also noted that she had resupplied the fridge and stuff and I said yes.

Obviously he wanted me to do something nice for her, too, so I said I'd buy her some dinner to-go. I think I bought Yellow Cab because it came in a nice brown paper bag and I put a sticky note with 'Thank you' written on it and left it on the dining table. I remember I did this for my brother (without the note) on the night before he flipped out on me because he thought I changed his password.

I think that was where the dream ended. The weirdest thing was that it was Bea, the second was that I had thought I missed the Long Test, and the third was that I was sick when it could have just been a really big allergy attack.