It's been a while.
I dreamt that I was in attending a school. I often have dreams in which I get behind on homework or realize how much have have to do in a short amount of time, this dream included. I sat through English, Math, and Science classes (visiting my locker between each one), and I was overwhelmed at the amount of homework I was going to have.
I don't remember much about the actual content of the classes. I know I was assigned a bunch of Physics and Calculus homework, as well as a paper on "Julius Caesar."
After Math class, I returned to a large mansion that stood on the side of a mountain by an ocean. It was a muted pink on the outside and inside, and this is where all the students lived and dined. I lived in a room with dozens of bunk beds that housed other guys my age (which was ambiguous in my dream). I soon went to sleep.
In the morning, I realized that I woke up late, so I rushed around so that I could still shower and eat breakfast before school. I ran over to the dining area. There were two separate eating areas; one for hot breakfast and one for a grab-and-go breakfast (some people treated it like a grab-and-stand-and-eat breakfast, which is why there was a whole room for those eaters). I jumped into the short line of the grab-and-go, snagged a bag of Pop Tarts and ate them as I made my way up the winding stairs to the shower room.
The shower room I went to was enormous, but it only contained one shower. Luckily (because of my tardiness perhaps) there was no line. The shower had a floor-to-ceiling window looking out over the mountainside and ocean. It was marvelous.
I tried to shower quickly, but my brain couldn't communicate correctly with my limbs, so I bumbled about, dropping the soap, very cumbersomely cleansing my body. At last I was done, and I realized I had forgotten to put my towel near the shower.
Luckily a lady working nearby discovered of my need and brought me a towel. I dried off and tried to find a ride to school.
Finding a ride to school, in this dream world, meant walking around a special room where car-owning men and women hung around until a student approached her/him and asked for a ride, which would then be given. At this point, there was only one car owner remaining; Aziz Ansari.
I had heard bad things about Aziz. He often drove recklessly and didn't seem to care much about his passengers, so I was a bit reluctant. However, after asking him, he turned out to be a very thoughtful guy. He even helped carry my backpack to the car. He was really energetic, but not in an annoying way, and he kept me good company. I at last arrived at the school and told him I would try to ride with him more often.
Then I awoke.
