lastnite: a dream journal

But I wanna go on Space Mountain

It's way too early for me to be having summer camp nightmares, but I had one last night. Forty-five students were coming, and I had no way to transport them to the event we were going to attend. Luckily, we had some older students--some in their sixties--that we were able to rope into driving. Once they left, I started worrying about snacks. I didn't have anything and there wasn't really time to go buy anything.

The following two dreams occured within the nine-minute paradise the alarm clock gives me every morning. I remember flipping over and thinking, "Let's show her what we can do."

Another education dream: this time I was a student in some class, but I don't know what. I assumed it was an art class. The instructor, a frumpy woman, told us "Well, you have all either improved or maintained your math and science skills." A lot of people sighed and rolled their eyes; she was supposed to be teaching us math (aha!), but obviously was not doing that well. She realized she had instantly lost the class' goodwill with her none-too-enthusiastic words.

Mom and I went to Space Mountain, and I was quite delighted to ride backwards with my eyes shut. We got separated and she ended up going in the first car. I was going to have to wait for another train before I could go. Then the snooze alarm went off and I didn't get to go at all.