::What was unkind to me in school::

Dream #4—School Nightmare (was actually before dream #3, on the same night): School. Yes, I still have Elementary School nightmares. Worst years of my life! I’m happier the older I get. True fact. The farther you go back in my life, the more miserable I was, excluding my toddler years, because, what toddler isn’t ecstatically happy? Answer: Almost none of them. So, in this dream, it was the first day for the new girl. And there was this creepy teacher/hall monitor lady (hall monitors… doesn’t that just put a nasty taste in your mouth!? Seriously!) is stalking the halls because that’s what creepy hall monitor/teacher ladies do, and then… well, it was a little graphic, so for the sake of keeping this blog rated G, I’m just gonna say she was a bit feisty with her manicured nails and she’d give you a good poke if you got in trouble.

After the violent encounter with the hall monitor, our new student goes to class, and everyone has these open locker/closets in the classroom so it’s like you can get a look into everyone rooms with all their stuff in plain sight. There’s this popular girl who talks to the new girl, looks over her stuff, and declares they can’t be close friends because she’s too weird, even though she was friendly the whole time that she was talking to the new girl. The new girl sass-talked and shamed her, but unfortunately I can’t remember what she said…

Dream #4 Analysis: This one’s pretty self-explanatory. It’s a re-run of the worst years of my life; already said that… The hall monitors really did creep me out, and I have some serious strong feelings against manicured nails. Ew. No offense to people who like manicured nails, but they’re just so… heavy and a lot of times people get the rectangular ones that are sharp on the edges and nails are NOT meant to be rectangular!

I’ve also noticed, even before I started doing this analysis, that I have dreams about myself or other people’s most personal traits being exposed to the open. It’s one of my terrors, I guess. I don’t like sharing because people are not always very understanding. Elementary School. Heh. Anything that happens there is a nightmare.

Dream #5—Costa Rica Grocery Store: I was in Costa Rica again and that weird guy from my work was there. (He creeps me out because he touched my arm—not offensively or anything, but it’s like he’s trying to flirt with me—not sure though, some old guys are just awkwardly friendly). We were in this massive grocery store line and then we were all singing this song until I realized I lost my bag—then everyone stopped singing until I found it. It was really awkward getting a huge group of people to start singing together again, since they were hundreds of them… and now that I think about it, I think we were singing in English instead of Spanish… People were dancing around too…

Dream #5 Analysis: I’m 100% sure that this dream was a direct result of watching Lagaan (an Indian musical) the night before. In Lagaan they break out into song and dance periodically through the movie. My brain was imitating it in a Central American English-speaking version… And I always lose things and hate crowds and weird old guys…