Well, for the last few days I've not had an alarm set on my phone. Partially because I wake up at the same time every day regardless of what rings or if I have commitments. This morning, however, I woke up at 5:30 like usual, and decided to let myself sleep a little longer.
I had the strangest dream.
It started with me, at a fair or carnival or something. I was getting beat up by a kid that was twice my size.He cussed at me, and kept hurting me everywhere I went. So then I walked around this track, and there were buses everywhere. Apparently, it was my first day of school, and I was in junior high again.
My dad was there, and some of my friends from MJHS. Dad was apparently teaching again, and I'm a little confused about what happened, but essentially, I had to get on a bus to drive 10 feet to the school and stop. Then, I was suddenly in the band room, helping my dad out on piano for the jazz band. I'd forgotten I needed to be in class, and I didn't have a backpack, a schedule, or anything I needed.
I started panicking, ran all the way back to the bus which was now about a mile away. I got there, realized my stuff was in my dad's car (somehow), ran back to the band room, got the keys, DROVE the car back to the school - since it was parked 2 blocks away, go figure - and then I woke up.
I better make sure I'm ready for the first day of school this quarter!
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