night terrors

Alright. It's been over a month since my last one but here's my latest dream-capade that I can remember.

I was this investigator lady like in those cheesy horror flicks where the hot, rather clueless, and naive but means well detective lady checks out those weird abnormal ghost type activities that go bump in the night. Except that I'm not hot unfortunately, and I'm definitely not clueless like those dumb bitches in the movies. Well, I was back in my old school investigating some ghost activities but in the day-time. Whatever.

While checking out some stairways(?), I heard this weird screams coming out from the other side of the building. In my old school lingo, I think I was at the office building block and the screams were coming from the block behind it. So, I rushed as fast as I could to get there but encountered this little girl on the way who incidentally heard the screams too. She seemed frightened and scared quite out of her wits so I took her along with me. The screams got louder and the pitch ascended and descended rather erratically which freaked both of us out. Proceeded with even more caution when we met with my old Form 5 Modern Math teacher. I can't remember her name but she wasn't that pleasant back then and wasn't any nicer in my dream. She skeptically looked at us when we relayed our story but adamantly defended that there was nothing in the other block. She lead us to the other side through this corridor link thing between the two buildings and went to the top floor and reached the first class.

There were students in the classrooms and nothing suspicious looked out of place. Sticking with my gut, I asked the usual detective-esque questions but no one seemed to know what I was talking about. Then, there is a gap in my memory recollection in this point but it ended with one of the female students going to the front of the classroom and singing Avril Lavigne's 'I'm with you'. It seems strange now, nonetheless the girl was good.

The end.

disturbance

The glaring and nauseating thought of failing anything is enough to make me squirm and very narrowly want to die. No, seriously. How can anyone stand the thought of failing anything? I can't. I don't even know how to cope with it properly.

I have yet to receive any news about that whole Marketing test business. It's sorely depressing and making me anxious just thinking about it. I even had a wholly realistic dream last night that I failed my FLAW paper. Which I don't take till next month though I did hand up my assignment yesterday. I hope it's not an omen indicating I'll get a bad grade. I don't think my heart can take it.

Gah.

daylight robbery

Two dreams in a row in two nights. I think that's a first. Or at least since a very long time since my subconsciousness did that.

It started out in a 7-11-like convenient store where I was shopping for something, I suppose. There were these two fishy looking guys around too with some other shoppers as well. Then, the aforementioned fishy looking guys began to push us around with guns, I expect and suppose because I didn't notice them carrying or pointing them to us, and then this group of us who seemed surprisingly calm and unafraid went into this corner and stayed there for a while.

I think I make quite a cooperative held-up victim. Anyway, they proceeded to empty the register and then I notice myself was bleeding. I think I was shot in the stomach or abdomen area but I didn't feel anything. Not a single feeling of pain or anguish that would make me roll over and moan. I was just surprised that there was a wound there. Next, the robbers began to search our stuff for valuables and money and then left just as quickly as it was all over.

My purse was somehow still in my bag and then went to check its contents intuitively. My money was taken but then I saw what I thought was my credit card. I pulled it up excitedly thinking that the robbers were too stupid or zonked out to notice the plastic card, when I got a weird revelation. It wasn't my card but it wasn't even a real card at all. It was this ugly and unpretty forgery of a credit card but with someone elses' names on it. Yes, names. There were two credit cards in my purse which were fake of course.

One of the names on the cards gave the dream away and then I woke up to unfascinating reality. I'm not going to reveal the names here because it's classified information that will be revealed once I feel that the time is right.