Last night’s first dream was insane. I was in some version of my apartment, by myself, and I was trying to fall asleep. I got up to get a drink of water or something and then I started hearing this sound like a bag of marbles (interesting wording I just chose *sigh* Freud) shaking in my bedroom. I seemed to be hearing sounds all around me. I was getting a little frightened things. The sounds became worse and worse until I couldn’t stand it anymore.

It was 2 or 3 am in my dream, and I tried calling my little sister. It rang & rang and just as I was about to hang up, I heard my sister say, “hello” and my parents screaming in the background, “who is calling at this hour?!!?” Then my mom was talking and she yelled, “I got it!”. I tried talking but it was extremely difficult. I was speaking very slowly but it seemed I couldn’t make sounds. I could get out about half of the words, if that, so it was mainly coming out as random sounds—whatever I could produce. I was bawling by then, and trying to say, “mom, I need help.” Instead, mom said, “Call Matt, he’s closer to you.” I managed to reply, “I can’t, he has work in the morning. Call an ambulance.”

I heard people talking outside, so I walked out and tried talking to them. I was using all my effort trying to say,  “call the police” They were all ignoring me, passing me off as some drunk or druggie. I was pleading and they were just laughing at me.

I could barely walk or talk, so someone must have called because a police officer showed up and ran out to meet them. As we were walking to my bedroom, he asked if I had eaten anything, and then suddenly, it seemed I was talking and walking alright, because I was said, “yes, but I can’t remember what it was. I did take a 4 hour nap earlier, and I went to bed at 9:37, no wait, I got up from my nap at 9:37, I went to bed at quarter til 12.”  That’s all I remember.

Dream number 2 was sometime after 7am. It had all of my high school class in it in a 411-type situation with my English teacher, Ms. Duley in charge. I was driving around trying to find parking, and I managed to make it to the room, where Scott, Amanda L., Rachel B., Blair and possibly someone else were getting ready to present. It was horrible. Amanda had these gigantic note cards, which she was completely reading, and she’d say, “I’m gonna skip to the next line.” After she was done reading her introduction, she apologized to the teacher and said she really had practiced and was better.

The whole room was just noisy; they could barely speak over everyone. Melissa B. was sitting next to me, and she was one of the last ones still talking. She was completely ripping on their project saying something like, “Blair was talking about AOL” I yelled, “guys, all these programs are the same. What does it matter!? You can send instant messages with all of them.” I’m not sure they even finished the presentation, but there was something involved with them making macaroni and cheese but calling it something else.

We returned to my old house where an army of ants was at my front door and all over my sandals. I was going to somehow use the mac & cheese to get rid of them, but I really wanted to use Raid. Then I thought I was in a car, driving or something, but then, suddenly, it was Rachel B. taking me home. As we drove by her house, I saw Lori C. getting out of the car, and Rachel said she was going to stay with the baby all summer. (what baby I have no idea). Then I was talking about the time when Lori babysat for me, and then we arrived at my house, but it was the new house. I thanked her for the ride and that’s all I remember.