>I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned it on this blog, but I often have crazy dreams that are very “real” at the time, although not always realistic.
Last night I was unsuccessfully trying to fall asleep; I had a throbbing headache and no matter what I could not turn my mind off. I started thinking about random stuff, like the fact that if my cousins C. and M. don’t have male children, my Mom’s maiden name will probably die out. It is an extremely rare last name that was Anglicized when my grandfather’s family got to the US from France. I seriously doubt anyone else has this last name. Then I started thinking about if the US used the same system as Chile for last names, it would survive a few more generations, whether C. and M. had male children or not. Or maybe M.’s sister won’t change her last name and will insist on passing it along to her children as well. But I digress.
So I really thought that I would sleep horribly last night because of my headache, so I was surprised when I had a very vivid dream. I was back in high school and had recently missed 6o days of school for a cold. I had missed half of one trimester and the beginning of the next. I was hanging out with my friends at the beginning of the school day, when the first bell rang and I realized I didn’t have a schedule. So I went to the guidance office where they put me in all these remedial classes even though it was my senior year of high school. I was really angry, but they said I had already gotten all the credits I needed for graduation, so I shouldn’t worry about it. I went to my first class (home ec) and then I had to go scoop ice cream for a tour. I was scooping some Mint Chocolate Chunk and J. was there helping, but instead of putting the samples on the tray like she should, she was throwing them in the trash. I got really frustrated and started yelling at her, and then realized I was late for my next class, Algebra for Dummies or something like that. I looked at my schedule but I had no idea where the classroom was, so I was wandering around forever and then I realized I missed it completely. The dream ended when I got my report card, and I had recieved C’s in all of my classes because I didn’t show up half the time (because I was lost!!). I was so upset becuase in real life, I was an excellent student and graduated fifth in my class. Somehow in my dream I knew that, and was so angry at myself for messing it up the second time around.
In all, it was a very stressful dream and I woke up at 3:30 am with my head pounding. In my half-awake delirious state, I was convinced I had a brain tumor (I had also watched Grey’s Anatomy recently, bad idea!). So I went downstairs and took some asprin, and told myself if that didn’t help I would wake up my parents. Luckily, I fell back asleep and when I woke up this morning my headache was gone.
Someday I want to go to a dream intepreter so I could figure out what this all means. But I bet they would just tell me that I’m stressed out. Go figure.