I've been having strange dreams lately.

Last night, I dreamt I was in some bizarre maze world that was part obstacle course, part a test of British History knowledge. As I squeezed in and out of small spaces and ducked under flying objects, random historical figures and dates came back to haunt me. And the strangest part was, the dream seemed so familiar. I was remembering bits and peices of how the maze thing went, like I'd done it before. Maybe I was just remembering another dream.

The night before, I dreamt I found out too far into the semester that I was enrolled in an ice-skating course. Except it was actually a drama course — like a play on ice. And it was too late in the semester to drop out. And I didn't know my lines or how to skate. I remember there was singing (also can't sing) and dancing (same) and swimming (?!?) in the ice skating rink. And a swing-set that flipped over.

(This is not the first dream about finding out too late I'm enrolled in a class — I've had a couple of them. In one, I realized at the end of the semester I had been skipping my Comm. class all along to take a gym class I wasn't actually signed up for. I tried running across campus to try and make it to the final, but couldn't make it because in my dreams, gravity is never there the way it should be when I need to run. I fly like an astronaut on the moon, except I can never spring from one point to the next quite fast enough. I usually wake up frustrated.)

So I have been getting REM sleep (albeit disturbing REM sleep), just not enough, apparently. Because I am dead tired, and not in the greatest mood.

I know it's my fault. I know I stay up too late, even when I know better, even when I know that the people are coming bright and early to fix the roof. I was woken up three hours after I fell asleep to the sound of loud banging and stomping on the roof (which, because of the way my house is set up, means roof-fixer people standing so as to be able to look into the string of non-blinded and non-curtained windows in my room). Same as the day before.

And I'm in a pissy mood because I don't get enough sleep and I suspect everyone else is out having more fun than me. Probably because they are.

I need to save up money because I don't know how I'm going to get by next year, or next summer for that matter, but it seems as though the job situation is going to work itself out. Well, sort of. Mind-numbing and a complete lack of utilization of my oh-so-brilliant talents (hah) but it's money and right now, I don't have much of that, so this sounds like a good thing.

My summer is now entering this state of tedium — I can see now, pretty clearly, how it's going to go. The patterns have already been arranged and, even if it's not a good idea, I don't fight these patterns very much so they take over my life quite easily. Work days, spend evenings renting videos and the occassional dinner out or trip to Boston. Foil plans, work weekend nights. Stay up too late. Wake up tired. Whine (whine, whine). Repeat cycle for another two and a half months (just two and a half!)

I'll shut up about this soon, I promise. I just have little else to say — but that too is my fault, I know.

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Replies: 4

Posted by JemsAIM @ 06/08/2001 01:49 PM EST

I FUCKING hate summer...ok well not all the time...but I hate most parts about being home in the summer...ok I'm done bitching...I LOVE THE PAGE!

Posted by Z @ 06/08/2001 05:10 PM EST

Hey, the worst dream ever was when I'd had my wisdom teeth out and was on a lot of codeine. It involved a lot of bugs gestating in my foot. I still twitch thinking about it.

In other news, I know what I'll be doing this summer -- studying Chinese at Stanford and Beijing University. Perhaps more interesting than yours, but expensive as all hell. I mean, at least you're getting some money out of your three months off.

Posted by Brendan @ 06/12/2001 10:52 PM EST

Oddly enough, I have a really similar recurring dream/nightmare. In the dream, I'm taking a class in which the lessons build on one another (usually something like math). I find out that I've been skipping the class for the entire semester, and there's a ton of homework assignments that I need to catch up on, and a huge final in something like two days.
I've noticed that it usually only happens when I'm under large amounts of stress (which, in my life, are usually related to school). I haven't had it in a couple of months, but I suspect it will be back soon (since I am hard at work on my master's thesis, and I'd really like to finish it in...um...the next week, before I move).

Posted by nanette @ 08/08/2001 12:43 PM EST