I slept terrible last night. I went to bed at 11:30, got up and took Nyquil around 12:30, played my guitar in the dark from 1:45-2:15ish, then finally fell asleep around 3. I then proceeded to wake up every 30-40 minutes until my alarm went off at 8:35. These nights of course, lead to some pretty trippy, vivid dreams.
I feel like I dreamt the whole night, about random thoughts, Call of Duty: Black Ops was a big one, but the one dream I remember like it actually happened is the one I'll go into detail below. Before I do this, I'd like to play out the period before I slept a bit more.
My brain was overactive, and I couldn't stop thinking. Usually when I lay down, I think of one thing, one thing only, then slowly erase that thought, and once my mind is empty, I'm out for the count. Well, since it was Sunday night, I was thinking about my Monday classes. I had a paper I had to print off, I'm out of breakfast food, so I had buy something on campus, and I have a Spanish presentation on Wednesday that I have yet to memorize the lines of. So I got out of bed, packed my bag so I wouldn't forget, put my flash-drive (my paper) next to my keys, grabbed enough change out of my stash to buy breakfast, and took Nyquil to help slow my brain down.
So I sat in bed, now I had music running through my mind. This was because I spent a good portion of the day re-learning the little guitar I know, and learning a few of my current favorites. So I grabbed my guitar. It's electric, but I unplugged it to get as close to acoustic as I could, and I replayed the 5 songs I learned to the best of my ability in the dark, without my glasses. This must have worked, because I fell asleep about an hour later >.>
Enough rambling, here's the dream. Like I said, I feel like it was reality, and remember it as clearly as I would if it were. I was in a classroom, one I've dreamt about many times before, and was listening to a terribly boring lecture. A girl I know was sitting next to me, wearing a bright red Christmas sweater, made some comment about the lecture that another girl (who I don't know), who was wearing a bright blue Christmas sweater, thought was absolutely absurd. So Blue (we'll call her) started ranting and raving about how stupid Red is, and how her comment was total nonsense and no one said shit. Well I got pissed, not only was Blue interrupting the lecture I was "listening" to, but she was insulting my friend. So I turned and said, "How bout you quit ragging on someone just because you're too damn ignorant to realize you don't know what the fuck you're talking about?" This made the entire class go silent, and watch the argument (just like those cliche moments in movies). So Blue responds with, "If I don't know what I'm talking about, then why would I say anything in the first place?" "I think you answered your own question, so shut your bitch-mouth and sit down." (Crowd cheers, I am victorious)
The class ended as everyone cheered, and I walked out with more swagger than Soulja Boy. I then went to the snack stand outside the lecture hall in Pearce (on CMU campus) and made a mini pizza that was identical to the "individuals" we had back in high school. D.J. Shuster was with me in line, and we talked about school, how things were going, and how badly we missed recess and playing football back at Washington Elementary (holy memories, Batman). He finished his pizza before I did, and left to pay. As I continued dumping an entire shaker of Parmesan cheese on my pizza, I got in line to pay, and this 5 inch pizza cost me $12. I had $5.50 in quarters (the change I got ready before sleeping) and my debit card. So I complained about the price with the cashier lady, who was Big Ronda from my high school, and ended up only paying the $5.50 with my quarters.
The process of making the pizza, reminiscing with D.J. and arguing the price of said pizza, I was late for my next class. So ran, in the rain from Pearce to Brooks (which isn't really that far, maybe 70 yards). On my way, I saw a lady I worked with at Woodard over the summer, carrying a surfboard from some storage closet which was located on the side of Pearce (doesn't exist). I greeted her, and we talked about how badly we can't wait for the 1 o' clock bell to ring, so Steve could come tells us we're getting out an hour early. And sure enough, as I rounded the corner and entered Brooks, that same bell rang, and I woke up sweating as if I was actually working back at the factory.
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