Last Night’s School on the Beach Dream

Last night, I dreamt that I was back in high school but that my old high school was now located on a beach.  Needless to say, I was a lot more interested in spending my days relaxing on the beach as opposed to going to class so that’s what I did.  Day after day, I relaxed on the beach in a bikini and I didn’t worry about a thing.  Until one day, as I lay out in the sun and tried to work on my tan, I suddenly realized that final exams were coming up and that I hadn’t been to a single class for months.

I went into the school and walked around the hallways, still wearing my bikini.  I continually said to myself that I should probably go home and get dressed more appropriately for school but, at the same time, I knew that I had finals and I didn’t want to risk missing a test.  I needn’t have worried because the entire school seemed to be deserted.

I then noticed that the walls were covered with flyers announcing that graduation was coming up that night!  That’s when I realized that I had missed the exams and that I wouldn’t be graduating and that I was going to be in so much trouble!

And then I woke up.

Last Night’s Saved By The Bell Dream

Last night, I dreamed that I was a teenager in high school again.  I was at my house (and, in the dream, it was even the house where we lived when I was in high school) and all of my friends from the drama club were there.  We were talking about putting on a play that I had written.  Some of them were upset that I was not only the writer and the director but that I had given myself the lead role as well.  They kept complaining that I had given all of the good lines to myself.

“Well,” I said, “if you want a good line, write your own damn play.”

Mostly to shut them up, I then turned on the TV.  Simon Cowell appeared on the screen, singing the Saved By The Bell theme song.  However, this was the extended version of the song, which meant it had verses that we had never heard before.

At one point, Simon sang, “We all know gwam means lame/I’m saved by the bell….”

My friends and I looked at each other and said, “Gwam?”

On the TV, Simon repeated, “We all know gwam means lame/ I’m saved by the bell….”

“This is going in the play,” I said.

And that’s when I woke up.

Last Night’s Recurring School Dream

This is a short and simple dream but I’m going to share it because I have it so often.

Last night, after my theatrical dream, I dreamt that I was sitting in my kitchen and I was thinking about high school.  (For some reason, whenever I have this dream, I’m once again a high school student despite being an adult.)  I sat there and I thought about how much fun it was to skip school.  Suddenly, I realized that I had skipped every Tuesday in the school year.  I smiled and felt proud of myself.

Then suddenly, I realized that all of those unexcused absences would show up on my report card!

Just as I started to panic, I woke up.

Last Night’s College Lecture Dream

Last night, I dreamed that I was giving a lecture at a college.  The entire class was listening to what I said except for one dark-haired guy who was sitting in the middle of the room.  He kept rolling his eyes and loudly sighing.  Finally, he stood up and walked out of the room.  I kept lecturing.  Suddenly, the guy came back in the room and sat down at his desk.  I continued to lecture.  The guy stood up again and walked out.  Then a few minutes later, he came back.  Then he left again.

Finally, exasperated, I pointed at the classroom door and said, “Can someone lock that?”

Everyone in the class laughed appreciatively but, to my irritation, no one actually stood up to lock the door.

“I’m being serious,” I said, “Can no one tell me how to lock that door?”

No one answered so I promptly left the room, slamming the door behind me.

 

Last Night’s Dream

Last night’s dream started with me driving down a dark street.

I drove for a while.  The radio was on and an officious voice was talking about explosives.  I can’t remember what exactly was said about them but I do remember there was a lot of laughter.

Eventually, I pulled into a parking lot and got out of my car.  I was standing in front of my old high school.  As I walked towards the high school, it started to rain.

Despite the fact that it was very late at night, the front door of the school was open.  I entered and walked down a dark hallway.  I stopped in front of a door.  I opened the door and stepped into what appeared to be a living room.

There were about seven people in the room, six men and one woman.  Though I didn’t recognize them, they knew me and they were very happy to see me.  I closed the door behind me and sat down on a couch.  Everyone was talking about people who I had known in high school and, as I listened to them, I realized that I was at a class reunion of some sort.  I asked if anyone else was coming.  One of the men, who was short and balding and wearing a tuxedo, shook his head.

My high school creative writing teacher stepped into the room and said she was happy that we could all get together.  I sat there and politely listened to all of these strangers who were convinced that we had been friends in high school.  I showed them the Facebook profile of an actual friend of mine from high school.  They said they remembered him but hadn’t thought of him in years.

Finally, it was time to go.  One by one, the people in the room would hug each other and then step out the door.  I politely accepted each hug, even though I still wasn’t sure who any of these people were.  Finally, I was alone in the room.  I looked around for a little bit and then, suddenly feeling very sad, I stepped out of the room, went back down the hallway, and eventually stepped back out into the rain.

I stood in front of the school and realized that I wasn’t sure where my car was.

That’s all I remember about this dream.  My memory of it is fairly fragmented so I’m sure there’s all sorts of interesting stuff that I’m forgetting.  Dreams are odd.  It’s strange how certain details just stick in your mind but other details just fade away.