Scarlet Pimpernel

I'm sitting on the floor in my room with my cousin. I'm reading a book, which is actually quite heavy. I start talking to her about what we are going to watch on t.v. tonight. She suggests a movie that I've seen a couple of times, but have never mentioned to her and didn't know she knew about it. I get up and sit at my desk and begin to tidy up. I move some of my papers, and find that the movie is sitting on my desk. I get really angry and want to throw something at her.

I thought this exam went even better than the first. Though I was able to recognize a lot of authors and the names of the works, I still had trouble pinning down the exact time they were written. I mean, whats the really difference between a century or two anyway? = )

Well, at least it is over. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. I was able to recognize a lot of the pieces, which was a good things considering if I hadn't I would have bombed. Some of the selections were easy to recognize because I had seen them before in previous classes. I would say that I did a lot better on the ID section than I did on the Poetry essay. I think I wrote that "mundane" topic essay, which I pretty much knew I would do before I got up to it. I'm not very good at writing about poetry, and I know this is one of my weaknesses, so I already was prepared for the worst. I mean it wasn't a horror, but I tried my best and that is all I could do.

I'm sitting at the dining room table and am eating a giant sandwich. I'm enjoying it quite a lot, when I hear one of my teeth crack. The table is made of glass, so I look to see if my tooth is ok. I see that my mouth is dripping blood and one of my front teeth is gone. I get up and go to the wall mirror. There is a small fragment of tooth left and the gum is bleeding a lot. I get a napkin and shove it into my mouth. The stops the bleeding, but I can't get the taste of blood out of my mouth. It starts to make me really nauseous. That's all I remember.

I'm sitting at my writing desk. I take out my fountain pen and begin to fill it with ink. I fill it up and pull out a blank sheet of paper. I put the pen to the page, but no ink comes out. I start to press the pen harder against the page, but still the page remains blank. I touch the tip and it leaves an ink stain on the finger. I remember being relieved thinking I could write now. However, once I put the pen to the paper, the pen stops working. I start to get really angry and start digging the pen into the paper in order to make it work. The paper is shredded by now, but I'm still scratching the pen against the desk. I remember thinking that I have to finish writing an essay before time runs out. That's it.

I'm walking down a large corridor in P Hall. I'm walking really fast because I have a test in a couple of minutes and I can't be late. I go into one of the huge lecture halls and see one of my Sec. Ed. professors administering the exam. I tell her that I am in the next room, after she tells me that I am late. The test in the next room has not started, so I sit down all the way in the back because there is only one seat left. I have to sit squished between these really big guys. I drop my bag on the floor when I sit down, and my pen falls out of my bag. I try to get it but can't reach because I am stuck in my seat. My professor comes in and says that we can start the exam. The booklets are handed out and I look at it. It's an English vocabulary exam. I look down in my bag to try to get my calculator (Yeah, I have no idea why). I raise my hand to ask her if we can use our calculators on the exam, but the dream ends there.

Well, the website has been going well. Cutting from the essay is not as bad as I thought it was going to be. Finding pictures has been a problem because a lot of the pictures I do find are completely busted, and don't want to put them up. It's getting there.

This one is really short and boring. I'm in my room watching tv, when I decide that it is time to deflate the air mattress. I get the pump from the closet and attach it to the bed. I plug it in and turn on the switch, but nothing happens. I unplug it, and then try again, but still nothing happens. I detach the pump and shake it around to see what is wrong with it. I start hitting it against the floor (my real-life solution to fixing machinery). I plug it in again, and this time it works. The pump is making the sound as if it were working, but the bed is not delflating. I get really angry, and toss the pump across the room. I can't figure out how to deflate the bed, so I sit down on the matress and try to think. That's it.

I'm in my cousin's apartment. It's raining outside and it is kind of dark inside. We are watching tv when I hear the sound of dripping water. I look around to see if I see anything, but can't find the source. I get up and go to the kitchen to see if the faucet it dripping, but it isn't. I go to the bathroom to check, but there is still nothing. I go back to the living room and start to look around when I notice that water is starting to run down the walls. At first it is only a little water, so we get paper towels and start to wipe it up. However, after awhile, the water is pouring down the walls, and the apartment is starting to flood. We get buckets to try to take the water out, but the water is coming in too fast. The water is up to our knees before we decide that we have to get out of there. It takes awhile to get to the front door because of the resistance of the water. We finally make it to the door. I open the door, but don't remember the rest of the dream.

I'm sitting in class waiting to get a paper I'd written back. My professor walks in and starts to hand out the papers. I'm really nervous because I know that this paper was complete garbage, and that I was going to get a bad grade. The prof. finally comes to give me my paper back, but before he does, he says, "You had a meltdown on this paper. I won't grade it until you rewrite this." Then he starts to laugh in this twisted fashion (Head thrown back, cracking up). I get really angry, but take my paper and sit down anyway.

I was actually expecting a bad grade on a paper I wrote. One professor actually told me this a couple of years ago on a paper I wrote.