Posted on: 2018-07-01 by Guest

I dreamed that I lived on residence at school. I was in a liberal class, the professor was talking about the wildest things massive structures that looked like a tanker ships hull sitting in a dry duck appears in the sky and I could understand nothing, its as if I’m underwater. I asked this girl what he was saying after almost every sentence. And I realized that people are handing in an assignment and I’m not even in a group. Oh no not this again, I said to myself, I gotta talk to the professor after class. When the class ends I waited in line to talk to the prof, bunch of kids are trying to suck up to the prof talking about none related stuff, and then it s my turn. The professor is a fat black guy with a not so fat head and black rimed glasses, he is in a comfy suit and had a whole cake on his desk. He talks fast. I said to him that I only recently joined him in his class and that missed out on the project E entirely. It was a lie, or maybe it wasn’t, you see after the first class I hardly ever showed up to his class. I was betting on him not remember seeing me at his first class. He started asking me obtuse questions about I don’t know what, so I tried to give him the answer I think most relevant. And then he started chugging vodka and I mean really chugging it, the bottle was upside down and he spilled a bunch on his suit. I was shocked but he kept asking me question so I kept answering. And then out of no where he offered me a slice of his cake, I was hesitant at first but then I had some and it was the best cake ive ever had. And then some graduate student showed up, they saw the prof chugging vodka and left. I said to him, waw this cake is really good, there is like alcohol in it. And out of no where again he gave me a pass on the project. So, I left the class room with a big slice of half eaten cake. What do I do with this cake I thought, and suddenly I remembered that I had a room at school and I was filled with joy and hope and all the warm feelings. yes! I have a place I can put all my junk! It took me awhile to find my way back to my room. The campus in my dream was a mix between my high school and my university. I walked down the university hall way into the high school stairs and upstairs to go back around. I tried my keys on a door I thought was mine, it opened but I realized that it was my friends room. So, I checked the map and I realized that I gotta walk back that way, no, that way. Eventually I found my door but it was oddly open, and I remember that I locked it this morning. Tentatively I pushed on the open door walked in and set the cake on a small desk. Yes this is my room all my stuff is here. I put my things down and decided to investigate. I walked to the toilet and was shocked to see a sweater and some socks in the sink, was my mother here I thought to myself? But that makes no sense, why would she randomly come to my dorm? Just as I’m in shock someone suddenly said oh so you’re my room mate. I turned around to instinctively answer but in the middle of my sentence I realized that she was on her phone, so mumbled some nothingness for the other half of what I was saying. Shocked again, no one told me that this is a double room, I looked closer and indeed there is another bed I somehow missed earlier. I went over to my cake while she was talking on the phone and immersed myself in disbelief. When she finished she said to me, hey wanna hear something funny? I turned around and saw her in the process of getting on my bed. And I’m like ok! And got on my bed as well. So, with me laying on my bed and she sitting on the other side, she started telling me a funny story and so I laughed, it was kind of funny, and she told me another one I laughed as well, but I don’t know why I laughed I hardly know what she was saying. And then in the midst of my chuckles I woke up.