that's why i hate it

i've been dreaming an extraordinarily large amount these 2 days. 3 times i've slept, 3 times i've dreamt. it's the kind of dream that can continue after you wake up and fall asleep again. either that or i start a new dream. some of them are really long and winding and they're all incredibly realistic.

well, everything's realistic when you're dreaming.

like when i dreamt i was in nyp, with my mother and a friend. my mother had to go to the toilet, and the toilet was in 7-eleven. this 7-eleven was kinda like a smelly and wet fish shop, with tanks of weird fishes lining the walls. it even smelt fishy as i flinched, worried that the fishes would jump out of their tanks.

in another dream, i was looking at a strange plant. it looked something like a big rose on a palm tree. the wind was blowing and a rose petal flew off, and a part of the plant immediately detatched itself and flew after the petal, caught it and re-attached it to the rose. i found this amusing and went to pluck off another petal and watched as the plant caught it. i did this again, and this time, the plant caught the petal and brought it in front of my face. it said "PUT IT BACK NOW!" i swear it was fucking creepy and i woke up with a little shiver.

then just now i dreamt that i was in a classroom and my teacher was some sort of a witch, like a real one with magic powers and stuff. there was even a voice giving narrations to this story. she was trying to get me to go for remedial lessons so that she could do evil things to me, and there was a consent form. i tried to delay filling it up, but she used her magic powers to do it. then i said "i need to check it first," and she was so pissed off because i out-smarted her.

i was trying my best to piss her off throughout my dream, and she couldn't do anything to me because there was a whole class present. the narrator said that she was cursed, and the only way to destroy her was to find the name of a prince from a book which looked strangely like i'm the king of the castle. also as part of the curse, she couldn't touch the ground.

so we were outside the classroom and suddenly i wrestled her to the ground and pinned her down. she was screaming in agony but she didn't die, so i took the book and stabbed it with a pair of scissors but nothing happened, because the only way is to find the name. such an anti-climax. we then got up and went back to class, acting like nothing happened.