Raspberry's Second Life

September 22nd 2010

Quick note: I got more sleep last night, but my alarm (iPod) died during the night so I didn't get up to WBTB/WILD -_- Recall is still pretty rubbish.

Awake Non-Lucid

I'm at school, but classes have been switched. Why am I going to german? I haven't been in a german class since S2. It's one of the most boring subjects ever.

I take off my brown leather bag, take a folder from it, then hook it up. I don't use this bag... I had it in S2 (maybe I went back in time).

I sit down at the front of the class, book open, ready to be bored to death. My teacher comes up and sits next to me, because a student is taking the class. He turns around to "help" me but I just want to figure it out on my own, so I ignore him. The student writes a few words on the board but I have no idea what they mean. "P" something.

[Dream skip - Half an hour] I'm in a small shop with the rest of my german class. We've to choose a snack from the fridges and buy it at the counter running along the far yellow wall. I head over to the fridges (opposite) but my music teacher stands in the way. I stand on my tiptoes and grab a box labelled "chocolate fudge cake".

Hayley is at the counter, an ex-friend of mine. She smiles as I walk up, but I'm taking none of it. "What a class of neds eh? I didn't realise we had to many..." I tell her, nodding towards her group of friends. She remains silient.

"You've got the same snack!" The woman manning the counter says. I eye Hayley's snack with distaste... Chocolate fudge cake. "Wait a minute," the woman grabs a large camera excitedly; "strike a pose!"

We pose, grinning in an overexagerated way, but as soon as the photo's taken we drop it like it never happened. "Don't be a whore..." I murmer under my breath as she walks away.

[Dream skip - A few minutes] Now I'm in the main hall, back at school. I'm watching everyone else watch something. I can't see it because they're all in the way. I once again stand on my tiptoes. There's a photoshoot set. A woman tells to come up one at a time, pose and then sit back down.

What!? I don't want to do that! I'd rather be in boring german. Then I notice my hair's grown. My hair's long again! That was fast. It feels a bit heavy, but maybe this shoot will be fun after all.

Max comes up to me. "Hey, did you cut your hair?" I ask in horror. He runs his fingers through it, looking sheepish. "No! Don't cut it! Unless it needs a trim. Only Liam needs to cut his hair."

Possibly the shittiest dream I've ever had.