So when I was finishing up my grad program last year, the dream was almost always that I had some random math requirement to fill. Apparently I was registered for a math class but forgot about this registration, never attended class, missed all the exams, and was about to take the final a few days later. Keep in mind I was in a NON-math master’s program, so nothing of the sort was required. Also, I’m really good at math, so this shouldn’t be a problem to begin with.

I would wake up panicked that I needed to study for a math test, or freaking out that I had missed it and wouldn’t graduate. Of course when I woke up I was legitimately confused and would have to spend at least several minutes seriously contemplating if what just happened was real or just a dream. Scary stuff.

The dream stopped coming over the summer, when I was several months post-graduation. It’s started coming back lately though, but in slightly different variations. Like last night for example, I wasn’t going to finish either high school or undergrad (not sure where I was) because I procrastinated. I’ve had this variation before: I have to read like 8 books for English class and do a huge project. Last night in my dream I made a list of all the senior projects I had due that week:

1. Religion (I don’t remember the specifics but my list had 3 separate projects/papers for religion)
2. English (write a Shakespearean play and then a 15 page paper about it)
3. Math (solve a bunch of proofs)
4. History (20 page paper on a topic I am NOT familiar with)
5. Spanish (10 page paper about a Spanish book)

All were due in the next 1-2 days. I remember thinking that I could start them the next day. But then the next day would come and I would freak out about the workload. I woke up seriously dripping in sweat, again confused as to whether or not these things needed to be done.

While I wouldn’t call these nightmares, they’re definitely not pleasant dreams and I want them to stop. Ideas?

**victoria’s secret pajamas: the flannel pj (gj7-pink postcards) length = long of course and they come with matching slippers!

**a deposit on college football season tickets. i’m hooked

 **a case of victoria bitter (seriously though)

**ugg-like boots. tall ones. black. size 8. these for example

**blu-rays:

capote + in cold blood = they come together

twilight

wall-e

harold & kumar

american beauty (if it comes on blu-ray…not sure)

clerks

pirates of the caribbean 1: the curse of the black pearl

007 casino royale

american gangster

boondock saints

the departed

eastern promises

**clothes. i’m currently hooked on gap and old navy

**a new pair of boots. as my black knee-highs seem to be falling apart, i’m in DIRE need of a new pair. i’m picky though. they have to be black. they have to be knee high. i’d prefer flats, but a short heel could work too. rounded toe. leather. cathy jean has a pretty cute pair (on sale too!!)

**games: yahtzee, catch phrase, wii play, wii fit

**more or less anything from crate & barrel

**the ipod brand arm band for the ipod nano. gray is nice

**rainbow flipflops. i recognize that it’s winter, but they’re AWESOME. size = ladies large

**an extended life battery for my camera (it’s an olympus stylus 840). sometimes a girl just needs to take some pictures!

i’ve been good this year, i promise

I had this crazy dream that I moved to a new city where I knew absolutely no one. I think I was starting some sort of program at a school. I arrived, moved into my on-campus studio apartment and ventured outside. Much to my surprise, there were penguins on campus. Yes, penguins. Of course I was stoked. So the next day I think I was wandering around campus looking for class or something, and again I saw all kinds of penguins and their little babies. I guess I got excited and started chasing them. Well this turned out to be a bad idea, as they got pissed and ganged up on me. All of a sudden I was surrounded by penguins, big and small, and was getting pecked and bitten. I ran and finally made it safely to my apartment, where I found some middle-aged man, who was perhaps a professor or something. He saw how panicked I was and told me I needed to go to the hospital.

Being new to town, I had no idea where a hospital was located, so I started wandering aimlessly. Fortunately I was not attacked again. Eventually I found an ER and the nurses inside looked at me like I was crazy, but signed me in nonetheless. Eventually a doctor came to see me and told me to go home. Then another doctor came in for a second opinion. The second doctor was the hot Aussie doc from House. I was STOKED to say the least. That is until he told me I was dying from the bites on my ankles and neck. He put some Bactine on it to try and make me better and I swear to God I could feel the pain from the sting as though it was actually happening to me. I then woke up SCREAMING.

So now the question becomes which is worse: not sleeping, or sleeping and then waking up screaming from nightmares? I honestly don’t know!

So last night I had a dream that I was pregnant with quintuplets. Even better, I was living on a boat and people were trying to find me. I don’t feel like I was in danger, but people were definitely looking for me. In fact, now that I think about it, it could have been the Mormons I met while I was in Utah. So anyway, I was having quintuplets. But some sort of problem happened and I had to have a C-Section. I went in and they gave me a local anesthetic and cut me open. Then they delivered 3 of my babies. Just 3. And one of them was 7 pounds, 3 ounces (that’s huge for multiple births). The others were tiny premies. I named one of the smaller ones, but subsequently forgot it.

Then they sewed me back up and told me I could carry the other 2 babies to term. Thinking nothing of this, I said that was fine and left the room (walked right out with no problems for that matter). Only then my stomach started morphing into weird shapes. Like a water balloon kinda. My friends on the boat didn’t know what to think. Clearly I was still pregnant, but somehow “less” pregnant than I had been. Then the people looking for me told me I was an alien. So I jumped off the boat and swam away, still 7 months pregnant with 2 babies. 

wtf is wrong with my subconscious? lol