Dreaming is so underrated

I don't dream. I never do. I mean, I completely understand that everyone dreams; it's how we keep our minds alive when we're not awake. But I never remember anything that I dream. College has changed that.

The other night, last Friday I want to say, we had a little dorm slumber par-tay in my friend's room. So it was him, another guy that kinda creeps me out, and my best friend. I was exhausted and so was my best friend so we slept on a mattress on the floor before the movie even really started. My younger brother's birthday is in a week so I dreamt I had just gotten back home for his party and when I got there the whole house was decorated in blue and light lime green. (That was the way we had decorated another one of my friend's rooms a few days ago for her b-day.) So I started walking around and I would see these random flashes of my brother but I could never find him. The I walked up to this carriage in the front of the house which was actually connected to the back of the house anyway. In the carriage which was split in half so you could see right into it, was this bright white coffin with gold lining. It was extremely small, like a kids coffin would be. There were these two little boys in tuxedos in the carriage, the older one was standing behind the closed coffin looking over it and the younger boy was sitting half way into the carriage looking outside of it. The whole inside glowed light blue even though it was all white. So I finally found my mom and asked who's coffin it was and she told me, "That's my niece." When I asked her where my brother was she said, "Upstairs, he won't come down." And I woke up.

So then today I took a nap. My ridiculous roommate kept the lights on studying until 2 o'clock this morning; today was my one 8 am class. Yes I know, on a Monday and everything. So after my english class I had 2 and a half hours to nap which I totally took advantage of. I have never had a dream where I had a false awakening. I did that 5 times and every time I "woke up" in my dream I was late for my ART HIST class and something different was going on every time; i.e. this girl down the hall from my started taking off my clothes. Finally, when I actually did wake up I had to convince my body that I was actually awake. So as I was walking down the street I felt like I was still in a dream and that continued on into my class. It was a weird day.