Back to School

For some odd reason I have had several dreams about having to return to school because I didn't finish all my credits. (In reality I graduated with a B.A. in English.) Last night I had another one to add to the list. I was brimming with anxiety, my nostrils filled with the scent of formaldahide and fresh cut grass, as I frantically rushed to class. My feet pounded the marble corridors and my hands curled around Corinthian columns. When I finally reached the door to my classroom, I turned the knob, it squeaked open and I was astonished by what I saw. The chairs and desks were there, but the walls were not. A rolling lawn stretched before me filled with eager students. The pupils were from my highschool all grown up and fully dialated. I tried desperately to find a seat, but I felt geeky and unaccepted by my peers even as my brother's voice chimed in my head to take a seat and stop worrying. I couldn't speak.

Sweat dripped down the sides of my face and I felt a sudden urge to hide. I crawled on my belly into a short shack to the left of the field. When I turned around I marked with utter terror an enormous spiderweb, that I somehow managed to shimmy beneath, staging the most gigantic spider I had ever seen. As the web vibrated with my previous movement the spider lurched from its tunnel to pierce me with its fangs, but I was too quick. I stepped on it and squashed it almost losing my balance in the process. I heard a sharp squawk near my ear and turned to meet a half human half chicken creature flapping its wings in shock. I ran past it and out the back door.

It walked out of the shack free at last and lumbered around the field squawking confusion and wonder at its release. Soon after it disappeared into the distance I awoke to my alarm.

I groggily wiped the sleep from my eyes and prepared for work as my boyfriend rolled over and clutched his pillow. Minutes later we walked to my car and I dropped him off at his. On my brief journey to work, still clutching the disturbing remnants of my dream, I ran a red light. Thank goodness no one was hurt: I breezed through like a student in a shack.