StephL

One dream had me not finding clothes to wear to school - holes in the trousers, t-shirt too small, dress dirty - wasn't about the looks primarily.
My room was not any of my rooms but a huge disaster of having moved in not long ago and stuff hanging out of boxes or in heaps on the floor. And I was soo tired and out of energy, it all seemed to take enormous will power. When I finally made it to school I had to disrupt Latin lesson coming in, and was placed on a desk next to the teacher, facing class.
I didn't want to disturb more, but did so anyway by trying to find a place on a table in the back. It looked like there was space, but not when I arrived. So I disturbed more people - but a real life friend of mine became inexplicably angry with me and I thought, what a bitch...
Turned out it wasn't about me, but about how the school had given out chips for beepers, and if we wouldn't know where ours was, and went asking in the school-master's office, and it wasn't there - then we would have to pay for the loss.
But if we didn't ask and just wouldn't have it - all would maybe be good. Strange conversation.

Afterwards I read a sort of obituary of that teacher, but he supposedly wrote it with 110 years and still alive. About how horrible it would be to teach and how the small sister of a classmate of mine would now be doing Latin and ancient Greek and ethics class.

Then again - I had just moved into a two-room flat, also with chaos, similar to the above. It was summer, but a cold day and I was freezing in that flat. Thought about how that would be in winter, and if it was a good idea to have moved in there - the heating was with real fire, these classical east Berlin tile ovens.
Again I should have rather been in university but I decided to stay home and sort stuff out. Which I did, and I got pretty pleased with myself how it started looking orderly and comfortable. Even found a nice dress - just to remember that I hadn't gone back to the shop and paid for it as promised...
There was a banjo left over from the former inhabitant and I tried it out and it wasn't bad - I thought, it would be easier to play that in front of an audience than the violin, because the latter would be closer to my face..? I used to play for a while but didn't stop because of that...
My first boyfriend was there as well - and I only remember asking him, why we couldn't be together again (not remembering real life, not really). I forgot his reason.
Then another disadvantage of this flat became clear - no public transportation except for a horse-drawn cart - with very slow horses. I've been trying to persuade the "driver" to motivate his lame critters - but he said they would hurt their feet on the concrete and how I was cruel to want them faster..

Then it was about a science project with a corpse, but I forgot what we did there - or were supposed to, because something went wrong. We were thinking - what the heck to do - try to sneak it out and get a new one - not kill a person but steal a fresh corpse..?
What went wrong? Don't know, but the corpse got more and more hollow until it was just a shell, a wisp of a shell.

Then something weird - I really thought about this in the dream - I was watching a scene where a helicopter landed outside of an emergency-room and I thought, that the fact that one needs to physically call a helicopter in an emergency proves that there is no such thing as telepathy. Weell...

There was more, but I got enough of typing it up now!

Ah - but what does the Steph do every night?
Sort stuff out and/or schlep it through the landscape..

I have been through a lot of removals and was under way with luggage and hard pressed for time quite often irl, admittedly - but every night - come on!!?