Monday, September 26, 2011

My dreams of late are still not great

I could not sleep last night.

Third night in a row.

At about 2.40am, the wind picked up so strongly my shorts that I had left in the kitchen was blown to the living room.

When I did eventually fall asleep, I dreamt I found the body of the missing fish in the tank's filter.


Now I had a group presentation today (in real life), and last night I dreamt I was already in class. As one girl spoke, I wrote the notes on the whiteboard.

Then I realised she was not not group mate.


I was writing my group's points as a girl from another group presented on a different topic, which confused everyone. I quickly took the duster to rub what I had written off.

But then I realised I had used permanent ink.


My lecturer stared at me having written on half the board. I took another whiteboard marker and tried to colour over the permanent ink and dissolve it so it could be erased. I covered practically half the board with ink as the girl continued to present.

Then I found that I still could not rub ink off the board.

And I had just turned half the whiteboard black.


Meanwhile, my MJ choir friend (she wasn't in my class in real life) began her warm up at the back of the class. She was stretching, as their group would act out their presentation. My group then tried to use the other whiteboard on the opposite wall to prepare our points (as the other groups presented). By the time I got to the board, my 2 group mates had already filled all our space and I had none.

But life's like that.


Anyhow, I woke, upset with my stupidity in the dream, and frustrated that the presentation was still not over and done with.


So I arrived in school just on time for my presentation in real life.

As class was about to begin, I looked around and realised that I did not see a whiteboard marker for the board.

I asked my group mates, and none of them had a marker.

I asked the rest of my classmates, and neither did they.

My tutor didn't either.


My group mate started to freak out.

We really needed a marker for our presentation.


I was still calm at this point in time.

Hey, I thought to myself, I've been through worst (last night).


The guy sitting opposite us noticed our plight and reached into his pencil case, then pulling out something that looked like a marker, he said, "Will a permanent marker do?"


This was the point that I started freaking out.

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