So I’m sitting in class, totally unaware of how I got there, why I am there or what class it even is. The worst part of it all, I have no shirt on.
Oh my god. What?
About 15 seconds of stuttering and agonizing over this awkwardness later, I wake up in my room, still naked (cheeky, I know… LOL pun unintended at first) but at least not surrounded by an entire classroom of people.
Dreams can be so mortifying. Like I actually woke up embarrassed until I had realized that the entire time, it was, in fact, a dream. I understand that dreams are our subconscious way to deal with every day life issues or desires, but literal WTF on crap dreams.
I want all of my dreams to be amazing. None of this falling from a building or being naked in a public setting. That’s bull sh*t. I want to be cuddled up to my extremely attractive, extremely tall and extremely foreign boyfriend near a fire place or dancing my ass off with my girlfriends.
I need to learn how to lucid dream. Although, I will say this, I did have a really amazing dream the other night, the details of which are a bit fuzzy, but it was set in London and my whole family was there and I was being proposed to by this really amazing guy and it was perfect and wonderful; but then I woke up. I was super disappointed. So I guess, I’ll take the bad dreams to wake up and realize that my life isn’t total sh*t, and I’ll take the good ones to have some great make believe stories to aspire to achieve in reality.