Uhhhhh…
So I had two dreams today. The first one was fine. The second one…
In the first dream, I was in history class, and I got in an argument with my friend over Metal Gear Solid, so we got separated by the teacher. I don’t remember what work we actually had to do, but school ended shortly after that. I guess this was a Tuesday because history class is my last class on those days. When we were leaving, an 11th grader was trying to chase someone in my grade. My friend that I had a fight with said that the reason the 11th grader was chasing a sophomore was so he could run so fast that he’d be sent 0.2% of his life into the future (so, since he’s probably 17, he’d be sent 3.5 years into the future). I decided to try to do it, and I was only sent a few days into the future. Then I started to have a conversation with someone about why teleportation is the best superpower (like I did in a thread recently). After that, we went on the bus to go home, and I noticed that my brother wasn’t on the bus (there were also people who aren’t supposed to be on my bus but I didn’t bat an eye). The bus driver decided that we weren’t going back for him and then I woke up. It was about 8:15 a.m.
The second dream was on a Thursday because my last class was supposed to be study hall. In the class before that, the teacher got really mad and yelled at everyone. Also there was someone in that class that’s not in my class in real life but whatever. So after that, someone stole my laptop and then zoomed off. I had no idea why, but I thought that he was in my study hall, so it didn’t matter and I could get it back there (spoiler: he’s not in real life). But instead, we were going to the auditorium. All of high school had to go because people were going to be presenting Discord memes. Don’t ask. Also, they were going to be presenting them through my phone. Why? I don’t know, but apparently it doesn’t matter. So my phone was just hooked up to the place in front of the auditorium that we were going to watch the memes from (the auditorium looked nothing like my real one. For some reason, some of my recent dreams have had a movie theater in them that doesn’t look like one I’ve ever actually been to, and our auditorium looked like that theater). And people were going to airdrop their memes to my phone. I didn’t want this vile content on my own phone, but they didn’t give me a choice. The memes ranged from stupid (like one where an ape was dressed up like Santa Claus and started saying “ooh, ooh, ooh” until remembering that it was Santa, so it said “ho, ho, ho”) to disturbing (like one involving three fish siblings that looked like a CGI version of Flounder from The Little Mermaid, and I really don’t want to talk about what went on). After that ****show was over, I thought I would finally get a break. But when I went outside, my brother ran away into this Best Buy, which was in the place of the school for some reason, and then found a plant and threw it at me. Do you know what the plant was? Apparently, it was the plant that caused coronavirus. It looked kind of like Brussels sprouts. Apparently my subconscious forgot that Covid wasn’t caused by a plant. But anyway, yeah, my brother committed medical terrorism in this dream. Why? Because it was funny, I guess. Obviously, I was pissed, so had threw some of the Covid plant on him, too. Then I asked him why he threw it at me, and he didn’t even give me a good reason. I was actually scared that both of us were going to have to suffer through this for three weeks until I woke up and it was 9:50 a.m., and shortly after that, I decided it was a good time to get out of bed.
I really want to forget that last dream, but I won’t because now it’s posted on the Internet somewhere. I don’t know why I dreamed of this, I hate my subconscious. And why can’t I remember all of the dreams I actually enjoyed? But I can remember this smoldering piece of ****. Okay.