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15 February 2010 @ 08:11 am
Why does my subconscious torture me?  
I had a dream that I was back IN HIGH SCHOOL.

Kill me now, right?

I even had the good sense to dream old NHS as the high school I remember before I worked there, before all the bond elections and renovations.  Long story short? I woke up six times last night, and SLIPPED BACK INTO THE DREAM EVERY SINGLE TIME. Why, oh, why couldn't that ever happen when I'm having lovely dreams about David Boreanaz giving me a foot rub? (Not that I've ever had that dream, but a girl can hope.)

I said short, but here's the long version. I was taking classes that I had NO business being in: Statistics? (I barely passed that in college.) Intro to theatre(?!), Creative Writing (not such a stretch), Anatomy and Physiology, GERMAN (Helloooooo? Never took German. What I know of German I learned from my ex-stepfather and Hogan's Heroes and it consists mainly of expletives and exclamations) and... Agricultural Sciences.

I don't even know how to categorize that last one.

Anyhow, Nolan, Ethan and Aaron were my siblings (please don't 'dream interpret' this for me, I don't have the heart to hear what it means), Mom was out of town and we were all home from school. Aaron got sent home sick, Ethan skipped and Nolan was in college. I was truant as well. I decided not to go because I hadn't finished my homework.

This NEVER happened in high school in real life. In the dream, I was also having issues ducking the truancy officer. Reality? Unless I was DYING, and I mean coughing up a lung or bleeding OUT, I was in school. Always.

So there was my guilt about that.  Also, I hadn't attended an Anatomy and Physiology class more than once the entire semester, and I was worried how I was going to make up the labs... Of dissecting cats, no less. (Fun fact: I actually did that. Brenda Whaley was my lab partner and we named our specimen Fluffy, for obvious reasons.) So I sat at the kitchen table at 214 E. Vilbig and did HOMEWORK all day, even giving Nolan an impromptu lesson on Commedia Dell'arte, which I hadn't thought about since taking one of Dennis Maher (my favorite college professor)'s  "History of" classes.

I've never been more thankful that all I have to do today is sew bags for the Haiti mission trip, cook dinner and go to rehearsal.   I also walked out to the garage to take my kids to school and found that someone had washed and vacuumed my car.  My husband must love me.  Man, my life is better than ANY dream.  Even one in which Special Agent Seeley Booth might give me a foot rub. ;)
I am:: home
I hear:: Three Steps - Lynard Skynard
tracyj23: Snarky - you can't make this stuff uptracyj23 on February 15th, 2010 02:39 pm (UTC)
I dissected a cat in high school too. He was black and white and we decided he was Russian so we named him Boris. A grade 9 class was right after ours so my lab partner and I used to make sure we cleaned up slowly so we could torture them. Ah, those were the days. :)

I've had strange dreams like this too. I'm not sure I want to know what they mean. Rather have electro-shock therapy to just forget I ever had them!

Have a great day. ♥
Carrie Leigh: Sarcasm Societycarrie_leigh on February 15th, 2010 07:22 pm (UTC)
Boris. *snort*

You have a great day, too.
Sharlene: Booth - sighmynuet on February 15th, 2010 03:14 pm (UTC)
That's one heck of a dream. At least no one sparkled.
Carrie Leigh: Beautiful Womencarrie_leigh on February 15th, 2010 07:21 pm (UTC)
(Anonymous) on February 15th, 2010 03:46 pm (UTC)
I don't remember...
you ever calling me by the pet name David Boreanaz. He's gay you know? Just look at him. He screams homosexual. Actually, I'd take a foot rub from him too. I mean look at him. On top of that, he has that kicky red belt buckle in the show. I'm going to get me one of those to wear with my cape.

I don't appreciate your little foot rub comment.

Carrie Leigh: Love is blind marriage is the eye openercarrie_leigh on February 15th, 2010 04:31 pm (UTC)
Re: I don't remember...
But now that we can both have foot rubs... It's perfect.

Love you best, always,

Carmenhumbuggirl on February 15th, 2010 04:09 pm (UTC)
You have a new layout! When did that happen?

*secretly hoping it wasn't ages ago*
Carrie Leigh: cake or death?carrie_leigh on February 15th, 2010 04:12 pm (UTC)
No, just a few days. :)
Elle Blessingwayelle_blessing on February 15th, 2010 07:08 pm (UTC)
Oooo... where did you find your header?
Carrie Leigh: redshoes on bookstackcarrie_leigh on February 15th, 2010 07:19 pm (UTC)
scholarslayouts. She does very pretty work.
Elle Blessingwayelle_blessing on February 15th, 2010 07:35 pm (UTC)
Those are pretty! Thanks for sharing :D

(I really like yours, too)
maureenmaureen on February 15th, 2010 05:45 pm (UTC)
Huh. Crazy. My dream frequency (or at least remembering them) has been high lately as well... and I've been doing that 'slip back into the dream' thing too. Strange.

I've even tried programming myself as I fall back to sleep, ("Dream about Draco, dream about Draco...") but so far it hasn't worked.

Dreaming about HIGH SCHOOL, though, is truly a nightmare.

I'm impressed that you were accurate in terms of time and architecture. The nerd in me is very proud of you.
Carrie Leigh: Clinically Insanecarrie_leigh on February 15th, 2010 07:21 pm (UTC)
I wish I could program dreams. THAT'S something that would make some inventor a bundle.
Elle Blessingwayelle_blessing on February 15th, 2010 07:07 pm (UTC)
I'm a little horrified for you. I didn't hate high school, but I definitely wouldn't want to relive it. Urghs.
Carrie Leigh: dastardly plancarrie_leigh on February 15th, 2010 07:20 pm (UTC)
I didn't hate HS, either, but URG sums it up, for sure.
Elle Blessingway: Dream of World Chickenselle_blessing on February 15th, 2010 07:36 pm (UTC)
Also some Argh and le blergh. It's French. XD
dragonsangel68: TW - Rob Leatherdragonsangel68 on February 15th, 2010 11:42 pm (UTC)
That dream is more like a nightmare *shudders*