No one comes downstairs ALL DAY, and then the MOMENT I put a green face masque on, everyone wants to run downstairs to visit.
Heathens.
I also wanted to post my dream for reference for myself later:
I went to a nursing boot camp type thing. I was shipped off to a dorm and given a VERY strict, difficult schedule, where they were going to practically beat the information into me, 10 hours a day or more of class, and such. I was very upset that I hadn't planned accordingly and ended up missing a shower because I couldn't manage my time, and it was only the first day!!!
Then someone started passing around these sorbet non alcoholic shots that was the consistency of an Icee in giant plastic syringes to people. Unfortunately, there was something nefarious in the shot that would cause the drinker to fall TOTALLY in love with the person who was giving the shot - with horrific results. There was a basketball player named Avery who signed a ton of autographs using one of them as an ink pen, and I was trying to get time in my busy schedule to be able to swing by and let him know to be careful - there would be a mob of adoring fans rushing to him soon, he should hide.
I remember going through the different halls in the dorm and school, exploring everything. It seems as if I keep dreaming about school - either it's because I'm so focused on school this quarter, or my subconscious is trying to tell me something and will continue to badger me until I figure it out.
I think maybe it's my subconscious, as I'm still trying to figure out what the hell to do with my life.
Heathens.
I also wanted to post my dream for reference for myself later:
I went to a nursing boot camp type thing. I was shipped off to a dorm and given a VERY strict, difficult schedule, where they were going to practically beat the information into me, 10 hours a day or more of class, and such. I was very upset that I hadn't planned accordingly and ended up missing a shower because I couldn't manage my time, and it was only the first day!!!
Then someone started passing around these sorbet non alcoholic shots that was the consistency of an Icee in giant plastic syringes to people. Unfortunately, there was something nefarious in the shot that would cause the drinker to fall TOTALLY in love with the person who was giving the shot - with horrific results. There was a basketball player named Avery who signed a ton of autographs using one of them as an ink pen, and I was trying to get time in my busy schedule to be able to swing by and let him know to be careful - there would be a mob of adoring fans rushing to him soon, he should hide.
I remember going through the different halls in the dorm and school, exploring everything. It seems as if I keep dreaming about school - either it's because I'm so focused on school this quarter, or my subconscious is trying to tell me something and will continue to badger me until I figure it out.
I think maybe it's my subconscious, as I'm still trying to figure out what the hell to do with my life.
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Good Luck.