Glieuaeiel's DJ

Morning Showers

Groggily, I stumble to the showers of the hotel where I'm staying. I can't seem to think straight or keep my eyes open for more than a split second, so it's a moment before I realize I'm standing under the water, holding a paperback book. A book! Quickly, I walk a few steps away and set the book on a shelf, hoping the water damage won't be too bad. I go back to the shower and stare at the wall for a few seconds. Suddenly I wonder if I'm wearing my glasses--are those its rims that I can see around the edge of my vision? I put a hand to my face. Yep, I'm wearing them. Wow, I must be really tired. I take off the glasses and put them in a basket nearby. I continue with my shower for a few minutes, but something's bothering me. I feel like there's some part of the showering process that I've forgotten, maybe something that I forgot to wash. I look down at myself. I'm wearing pants. Argh.

I [falsely] wake up in a hotel room. While I'm still in bed, my sister comes in to talk with me about lucid dreaming. I tell her that in a dream last night, I was scrolling through tumblr. She seems surprised, but she believes me. "So there really is a tumblr in there," she says. ("There" refers to "the dreaming world.") She's been trying lucid dreaming herself, but apparently she still has trouble believing how closely dreams can imitate real life. Right now she seems to be imagining all of the things she could do while she's asleep, all of the stuff she could get done. "There's so much time," she says. "You could fill out forms." She's always seemed rather results-oriented to me.

My sister starts getting ready for the day, but I keep lying in bed, thinking about how much I DON'T want to take a shower. I know I'm being lazy; I just really, really do not want to take a shower. Internally, I wonder how long it's been since I turned off my alarm at 7:00. [IRL: I meant to get up at seven, but when my alarm went off, I decided I was just too tired.] Out loud, my sister says in a surprised voice that it's already 11:00. Dang, that's late. It's time for me to get moving, whether I want to or not.

I enter the long, windowed hallway that leads from my room to the showers. Sullenly, I consider taking off my clothes and walking there naked. It seems an appropriate punishment for the world that made me get up when I didn't want to. But I don't do it. I reach the end of the hallway, which dead-ends in a pair of double doors. Confused, I realize I must have missed the turn. When I start going back the way I came, I look through a window and see a dome-shaped structure off to the side of the hallway up ahead. That must be the showers. I vaguely recall that the architecture looked dome-shaped from the inside.

Soon after, I actually do wake up. I'm amused to note that I'm actually NOT strongly opposed to the idea of taking a shower. And it's only a little after 8:00.

P.E. Tests

It's the first day the semester. I'm walking through the halls after my third class, heading to P.E., thinking about my schedule. I can't remember eating lunch. I also can't remember having gone to the Discrete Mathematics class I'd planned on taking. If I'm not in that class, shouldn't I only have three classes today? I suppose I must have had a backup plan.

It's the end of the week, and that means it's testing day in P.E. These days always make me nervous, because you have to compete physically against your classmates. I see two people playing one-on-one basketball, which makes me even more nervous. I've never been good at basketball. A bunch of other people are walking around with red yoga balls. I take one for myself, but a few moments later someone kicks a ball at my feet and I trip over it.

Later, a siren sounds. I wonder if it's a fire, and I walk over to the boundary of the field, from whence the sound emanates. I overhear a bearded instructor talking about the animosity between Scotland and Ireland. Apparently there's been violence in Southeast Asia, and one of the two factions has completely wiped out the other. That's bad news for one of my classmates--he's native to Scotland (or was it Ireland?).

I walk along the bottom of a low, grassy ridge in the yard. A bunch of bloated weeds grow along the top of the ridge. Some of them look like over-sized caterpillars, or leeches. Or sea cucumbers. I'm interested, because some of them are waving back and forth as though they're a GIF. I try to make some of the others do that, too, but it doesn't always work.

I notice some of the coaches have dispersed from the meeting they were having. They must have finished planning for the tests. That means it's time to get started. But I'm not wearing my shoes; I left them with my other stuff over by the side of the field. Only, I can't remember where, exactly. I look around, but the terrain doesn't seem familiar. I also notice that only a few other students are visible. Well, that's a relief--the others must still be getting ready, so I can't be that far behind. Suddenly remembering my way, I start to trot off around the side of a copse of pine trees.