Non LDs last night, and they were generally pretty disjointed and fuzzy, so I'm not sure what was part of one dream and what was part of another.
In one dream I was in school..it was sort of like my old college but later it morphed into my high school. For some reason my dh was tagging along and I was wanting to show him how hard the classes were and be a show-off, I guess. I had a music class and it was embarrassingly easy. I can't remember a lot about it except that the teacher was not one of my former teachers, she was an older, heavyset lady with glasses, and her lessons were like elementary school lessons, and I was bored.
Later the dream morphed into one of those where you realize you haven't been to several classes in a semester, and you can't remember your schedule and you're running around trying to find a class so at least you won't fail all of them. I was trying to go to a health class and I went to the wrong part of the building where the nurse's office was. Except it was more like an outpatient surgery center in the school. There was a sign on one of the doors that said 'Preop room for Surgery on Lady Parts'. Haha! I got pissed off that they worded it that way, thinking how silly it was that they weren't using proper names for students. I went into another room and they told me that they had moved the class (by this time it had morphed into a home ec class) and I suddenly remembered that the class was now taking place in the room where I used to take Latin in high school. I ran up there and walked in a few minutes late.
Everyone was sitting around tables and the teacher was talking and suddenly her sentences morphed into a song and everyone started singing along. Apparently this had happened before in other classes, because one of the other students said to me 'That's it, I really think Kanye is funding this school or something'. I agreed and laughed. I mentioned that I didn't even listen to that kind of music generally, and a kid in front of me said that he preferred AC/DC. I told him that I liked them too and had wanted to go to their concert but couldn't find anyone to go with me, and asked him if he would like to go. He then kind of hemmed and hawed and I tried to explain that he wouldn't have to ride with me or anything, I could follow him in my car or something. Then he sort of wandered off and I was disappointed.
In another dream I was living in some kind of boarding house (I have these dreams a lot too, I think it has something to do with staying in hostels a lot in the past) and there were these snobby girls there. One of them looked like a girl I used to go to high school with. There were a bunch of boring girl magazines laying around, kind of like the ones I used to read when I was 12 or 13 (Seventeen, that kind of thing). They were all old magazines and I was just sort of flipping through them when I farted. The snobby girls all started talking about how gross it was and I kept apologizing but eventually I just ignored them. Then one of the other girls started talking about how I stink and I really need to get this certain deodorant. She showed me an ad for it, it looked like a men's deodorant and it had a really funny one-word name, but I can't remember it .
I sort of surreptitiously smelled my pits and I didn't think I stunk,but by then I was self-conscious and pissed off. Right about that time someone came in and told me that a kid had been in a bike accident and they needed me to go help. I was happy to get out of there and excited to help out. I looked out the window and saw a crowd gathering around a kid so I ran down the stairs and to the scene.
The kid had a mental disability, I think. He was fighting and struggling and his speech was impaired so it was hard to tell if it was from the accident or not. They were trying to strap him on a backboard and another boy (his brother) who also seemed disabled was screaming at us to stop. There was also another boy who was much younger being held by one of the ambulance personnel. I told them I had come to help but they said that I was pretty much too late and there wasn't much I could do but watch. When I first looked at the kid on the backboard it looked like he had drill holes around his head, and so did the other kids. Kind of like he had been wearing a surgical halo. But then I noticed all of the kids had marks all over them and that it was actually impetigo or something.
I started to walk back to the boarding house with this guy and we were talking about how the kids were obviously neglected and possibly abused, he said he had seen scars on one of them also. We were both hoping the parents would be arrested right away.
On the way back upstairs I suddenly noticed I had deodorant in my hand, I decided I better go change and put some on in case I still stunk. I told the guy walking with me that the girls there were a bunch of bitches and I was not going to hang around them any more. He asked me why but I wouldn't elaborate.
I was in a sort of bunkroom getting ready to change but I couldn't manage to really pull the curtain. There were clothes and things hanging on one side of the doorway and I tried to stretch them and hook them on the other side, but I just ended up with a little strip of fabric covering the door. A little girl who was staying there came and told me she needed to talk to me. I told her I would in just a minute once I changed my clothes. I also realized that I needed to pack because I would be leaving and I had clothes all over the room.
Just then another older girl came and asked the little one for her keys. The little one reminded her that she hadn't danced for them in a while (? this part doesn't make sense now). She said that she wasn't even sure if they were allowed to dance anymore.
I remember a small fragment of a dream where the side of my face went numb, I looked at myself in a mirror to see if my face was distorted and I had big, red lips.
In another dream I was in a fancy restaurant with some other people (can't remember who) and I had some kind of seasoned chicken breasts. There were 2 pieces of chicken and I put one on a side plate while I ate the other, and the waitress took it away. Everyone else was ordering dessert and I was still arguing with this woman about my chicken. I thought she would give me a free dessert but she just kind of blew me off. It pissed me off. The chicken was really good in the dream, though.
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