Thursday, October 30, 2014

Dream #528 (October 30, 2014) -Weird School and Aziz Ansari

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.

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