Dreamlog

I think I'm going to start posting my dreams on my Tumblr. It'll be an exercise in the bizarre and uncomfortable, and I think it'll be extremely interesting.

I was in the library at Pacific, but as is the case in some dreams, it wasn't set up exactly as the setting in "real life." In fact, this library seemed to double as a dormitory of sorts. There were bathrooms with a few sinks where some of the study rooms would be on the second floor. Down the hall, if you're walking with those study rooms on your right hand side toward Dave Brubeck, are tables. Except in my dream, these tables also had computers and were formed in an L.

I was just "getting settled," meaning I had scoped out a place and put my stuff there and started walking around, chit-chatting and making small talk to my studious companions. But very noticeably, I was getting no studying done. The majority of the time, I was just kinda exploring this dreambrary. I felt a lot of emotions, too. I encountered people I didn't know, as you do sometimes at the library, and as a mimicry of reality, I ignored some of them and talked to some of them. It was surreal and realistic simultaneously.

In my dream, Craig was about to get some Taco Bell, a common late-night run when people are studying all night at the library. It was well after midnight. Then, as I was sitting with all the AXΣ people, a bunch of KΨ kids were being loud, just beyond the bookcase. We all turned our heads and got annoyed.

Now, this is a common phenomenon at the library in real life, too. When a group talks and all of a sudden the all get mad that another group is talking. It is extremely hypocritical, and altogether hilarious in my opinion.

But these Kappa Psi kids were being disproportionately loud. This wasn't some amusement park. Obviously, I was in my sweats and turned around to mug them. They couldn't quite see us because they were over yonder bookcase, but a few of them walked out to the side and saw all of us looking at them. Naturally, we outnumbered them and they were silenced by our intimidation factor (yeah, right).

Then later on, someone came over and got mad at me for some reason I can't remember. I don't even know what I was doing with the group of AXΣ people. Again, my spot was elsewhere, and I was just loitering (another uncanny resemblance to reality). This guy grabbed my collar and I exclaimed angrily, "Get your fucking hands off me!" making sure everyone heard. He see that I have drawn attention and lets go.

At this point, I think I am half-awake, because as he lets me go, I walk away, only to turn around and get him in a headlock and smash his face on the desk. Then I orchestrate a fight. I know I wasn't fully asleep because I kept changing the scenario in my head. In one case, I grab him by the ears and drag him to a security officer. Then I tell my sleeping self that there's a lot of anger and that I need to calm down, so I do. That's when I wake up.

The first thing I noticed was my empty wall. Then when I turned to see the other side, I looked at my frogs, Kermit and Miss Piggy. I noticed something was floating in the tank, though. I wasn't scared, because if it was a frog, it would definitely have been bigger.

I walked over to see what it was, and to my dismay it was a bubble that didn't pop. I wondered why the bubble hadn't popped yet. Then I looked at my frogs. One of them looked really pale, and so I thought to myself, "You must not be getting enough sunlight." Then I thought, "How come the other one isn't pale?"

My heart sank.

I opened the lid, tapping the sides, knowing that it usually scares them into movement. It's how I let them know I'm about to feed them every 3 days or so. One of them flits off haphazardly, but not quite as quickly as he usually does. the other one just stays still.

"Hey!" I called out, hoping vainly that my voice would waken him. "Hey!" I called out again. I felt stupid, yelling at a dead frog. The bubbles were still unpopped.

I changed the water in the tank and flushed Kermit down the toilet. Miss Piggy seemed a little sluggish but wouldn't eat. I want to think it was sadness, but more likely, it's probably because those same conditions that made it impossible for Kermit to survive are making it difficult for Miss Piggy to survive.

I changed the water and put the lid back on.