So I haven't been dreaming quite as much as before, and some of the dreams have reminded me of exactly how scary nightmares can be whether you're 3 or 23...
My latest funny dream was relatively short:
For some reason I was back at Lisgar Collegiate (my high school) in Ottawa. I can't remember why, I think I was just visiting. I found out from someone that Mr. Peters, my grade 12 English teacher, had something really important to give me. When I finally tracked him down he was so excited! He told me to wait outside his classroom door while he searched out this amazing object in his office. All of a sudden the door opens a crack and his hand shoves out with a tube of toothpaste in it. I take it, and he slams the door. I am a little upset that he was able to smell my bad breath from the other side of the school even before I ran into him. I walk around a little more and comment on how sad it is that so many of my Lisgar classmates have become alcoholics. And that's the end...
This was a particularly weird dream because most of my classmates from Lisgar are studying to be doctors, lawyers, and PhDs...
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