school dream

I had a dream this morning right before I woke up. I was going back to the dorms, or something similar, for school to start up again after a fall break. It was snowy outside, and I was wearing Crocs. One red, one green. I absolutely hate Crocs, and was trying to find something else to wear, when I realized there just wasn't anything. I think I got on a bus with some other people that took us to the campus. When I got off the bus, I had a bike, and used it to get to the dorms, and almost up the stairs, but I gave it up, and walked the rest of the way up.

My room was at the top, and was just how I had left it. My bed was made, with knitting still waiting to be finished. My computer was on standby, so I started it up, and started Yahoo! and MSN messengers. (Which is odd, because I don't use Yahoo! messenger in real life.) Then I started thinking about a class that I was taking. Well, enrolled in - I had quit attending after the second week of school. I had decided it wasn't the right time for the class, I was too busy with other classes. Either that, or I had decided the class was not worth my time, but I had to take it. I knew I was going to fail that semester, because it was close to the Christmas holidays, and I had only turned in a couple of assignments.

So I put on a pair of Aaron's blue plaid shorts and made plans to see the guidance counselor about dropping the class this semester, and picking it up next semester. I did this because I didn't want the failing grade to show up on my report card and have to explain it to my parents. It just wouldn't be there, and they would be none the wiser.

Now, back to real life. I haven't had a "failing a class dream" since about a year ago, when I was preparing to graduate from college. This is very strange.