I had a nap today, but it wasn't one of those refreshing ones that are the reason I still gamble with having naps sometimes. It was too hot in my room, and I slept too long, and I woke up feeling sad from the dreams I had.
I dreamt that I was in high school again, but like I went back in time while staying the age I am now. And I was in a math class (which would have been bad enough on its own). I was trying to take notes like we were supposed to be doing, but it was dark and I had so many book bags with me....at least four, each of them containing different stuff- one was a jumble of paper, one had my kids' stuff in it, one was full of clean laundry all folded up, another had all this shampoo and soap. I finally found my notebook, and then the lights came on and the guy in the seat in front of me turned around and offered me a pen.
And the guy was iTORE, y'all. A younger version. And I sat there like an idiot, not knowing what to say, and he kinda smiled and held onto the pen and turned around. And I tried to keep up with the notes, but then I realized nobody had paper and pencils, but text books. I knew I didn't have mine, but I dug through the bags anyway, knocking stuff out of them and getting irritated looks from the teacher. I gave up and got up the nerve to talk to...yeah. And I asked if he wanted to hear a crazy story from the future, and I told him the whole thing, and then I just said, "So...I'm sorry about all that, and maybe now it will never happen."
I got up and walked out of the room.
I remember briefly wondering how to get back to my own time before I woke up.
And now I just feel totally groggy and disoriented and it occurred to me that it might be better not to post this, but this is also the only place where anyone might really understand why I feel so weird now. I dunno. Maybe nobody will, and that's ok too. Sometimes I just have to say things to get past them.