So I have an online class right now. This week the teacher posted a pre-quiz to prepare us for an actual logical fallacies quiz that would come later. We took the pre-quiz on our own merits, made a post about it, and then nothing. I had to post on the discussion boards to make sure that I hadn't missed anything and that we were still just waiting.
That was in real life. Last night, in my dreams, I took the quiz I was waiting for.
I took it in person after waiting around in an office to petition into the class, something I already did. The quiz itself which I arrived late to was a nightmare. It was a series of fill in the blank contextual words taken from what seemed like two pages of potential entries and the entire thing was a crazy struggle against Visual Language Not Working Right In Dreams. It was like my fight dreams where I couldn't punch only this time I couldn't write. But I did anyway, I struggled to scratch out barely legible words I cannot even remember and read sentences that changed halfway through to try and figure out context. The whole thing was like being dyslexic. In the end, I think I started winning.
Also my teacher was walking around dressed as Gaston for some reason.
Later, in another dream scene, I was exploring which is normally one of my favorite kinds of dreams. While the rest of it fades, I remember exploring side-passageways in an area entirely covered in tile, like a public shower or swimming pool type area. Basically I ended up taking a waterslide that was intended to be a totally decorational waterfall. Only...not. Dream logic is weird, and in the dream, I remember seeing the spots where the water I was being tugged along with split off into dark, unlit passageways with rough walls which I knew headed down into some dangerous industrial part of the building I shouldn't go, and I remember thinking it was stupidly dangerous for those to just be openly connected like that with no barriers. So I navigated these forks and paths by sticking out my feet to brace against the narrow walls and halt myself from time to time, before being spit out (nearly falling out) into the back-wall waterfall of a restaurant. The whole place was still covered in white tile, it was just a big room with tables and food, like some kind of simplistic nethack dungeon. There was at least one other person there. There was piping hot sushi (?) everywhere, and I was worried about my hands being dirty from riding around in god-knows-where-it's-been-water but I was hungry and there were chopsticks.
So after risking certain death by riding around and almost being sucked into holes that led nowhere I grabbed a bowl full of fresh eel and avocado rolls and walked around eating them with chopsticks while looking in the tile hallways for a bathroom to wash my hands in.
The problem with dreams here, as you might be able to tell from my writing, is that the more your brain calms down and becomes focused and rational after waking the less it remembers. Retrospective logic just obliterates details of the dream. Hence, the parts I remember vividly seem half-crazy in the way they're phrased as directly written.
If I had to interpret this one...I've got tasks I'm worried about, challenges, but I'm ready to face them and confident I can overcome despite the difficulty.
(also I'm hungry)