cimorene

Another chilly snap (8 or 9°, just under 50° F). I had disturbingly vivid dreams about high school, flying, and installing fonts on other people's computers. I have two recurring high school settings in my dreams that aren't related, either one, to the actual high school I attended. This one is an unsafe, anxiety-ridden place where I spend a lot of any dream creeping around the grimy, twisting, decrepit halls, trying to sneak out and go home, and missing classes. There's another one that is usually less anxiety-filled where things which my subconscious considers to be vaguely school-related happen (such as buying lunch, going on field trips, shopping, and seeking out the best sunbeam to lounge in. My actual high school experience was fairly nice except for the nervous-breakdown-inspiring overwork).