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I dreamt night-before-last that I was walking down the street and this guy en rollers with ski poles started harassing me and skating very tight circles around me. I got mad, tore the ski poles out of his hands, and pushed him off balance, so that he fell on the ground. He just smiled in a particularly evil way, then people started yelling at me. Why had I attacked this fine young man for no reason? His dad was upset because he would never play hockey again - but he hadn't even broken anything! They started demanding recompensation for his imaginary injuries and I was screaming at them at the top of my lungs in the dream when I woke up and yet, according to Renata and Jennifer, I had not made any noise at all in real life.

Last night I dreamt that math was a requirement at Albion and I didn't understand anything that was going on in the class. I had left my worksheet blank, but I had another copy that my mom had started, just for fun. The professor claimed I'd been trying to cheat by having my mother do my homework. I replied that I hadn't planned on handing in my mom's copy and that if I'd been trying to cheat, I wouldn't have handed in a paper with my mom's name written all across the top. To punish me for whatever I'd done, the prof called a pop quiz, but I couldn't even see the questions through my tears, much less understand them. I tried and tried and sobbed and sobbed and finally got up and went to the bathroom, where a group of girls were talking about their answers to the quiz. I didn't understand anything they were saying and I was crying too hard to pay attention, but then the prof came in and the girls said they were trying to help me, so I got in trouble again. When I woke up, my face was perfectly dry, even though I'd been sobbing all through the dream.

srah - Monday, 21 April 2003 - 3:32 AM

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