Bjornita
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Meh, I remember most of my dreams, but they don't suck. At worst, I've killed someone and I feel horrible. Usually it's something good and I feel either wistful or happy. If it's revealing in some way, eh, not horrible or good. I had a happy one last night.
Basically, it was the first day of school (10th grade, although we were all about the right height for 4th), and I was scurrying around to my classes. The only ones I remember are Latin and... something, not sure what, probably some sort of health-related class. In Latin, we were doing backwards derivatives, basically "here's an English word that has roots in Latin, what's the major word that it comes from?". So I get yelled at a lot or something for not paying enough attention, or not studying the language all summer, something. I forget what my next class is, so I just rummage through my locker (a nice locker, and it was a new school, not the one I go to... I don't know where it is, nice library though) until I remember that, hey! I have a schedule! So I run ...up... to the gym. Yeah, it's a good three flights of stairs up. But the teacher tells me something about going up and around and when I start going up, she yells something about noooo, I have to go down to the library. By that time everyone else is on the stairs, too, so they're on one side walking while I'm going down the other side, and they weren't anchored in the ground or something because the entire staircase was moving back and forth. Anyway, I reach the library and go into a hexagonal room, and there are some people, something happens, next thing I remember is being all happy and stuff because I have friends... err.. yeah. Oh, and the hallways and stairs were lined with candy. That was good, too. Fairly stupid dream, all in all, but eh.
Basically, it was the first day of school (10th grade, although we were all about the right height for 4th), and I was scurrying around to my classes. The only ones I remember are Latin and... something, not sure what, probably some sort of health-related class. In Latin, we were doing backwards derivatives, basically "here's an English word that has roots in Latin, what's the major word that it comes from?". So I get yelled at a lot or something for not paying enough attention, or not studying the language all summer, something. I forget what my next class is, so I just rummage through my locker (a nice locker, and it was a new school, not the one I go to... I don't know where it is, nice library though) until I remember that, hey! I have a schedule! So I run ...up... to the gym. Yeah, it's a good three flights of stairs up. But the teacher tells me something about going up and around and when I start going up, she yells something about noooo, I have to go down to the library. By that time everyone else is on the stairs, too, so they're on one side walking while I'm going down the other side, and they weren't anchored in the ground or something because the entire staircase was moving back and forth. Anyway, I reach the library and go into a hexagonal room, and there are some people, something happens, next thing I remember is being all happy and stuff because I have friends... err.. yeah. Oh, and the hallways and stairs were lined with candy. That was good, too. Fairly stupid dream, all in all, but eh.