In real life, I used to hate my bording school. The school part of it was decent, but I hated living there. Dormitory life was just too cold and institutional, and I don’t like living communally. Having to share toilets and showers, two crappy old phones, and one TV with 20+ other kids. Hell no! It was also too structured for my liking. I lived there, Sunday evenings to Friday mornings. But it often felt like I was living the same recycled day, over and over again. Worst of all was the dorm parents. Those bitchzillas had guardianship over me, and the other poor, unfortunate souls, for a whole school year. It wasn’t all 100% a total living nightmare. The dorm parents had their moments of niceness, but these moments were spirratic. Most of the time, us kids with disabilities were treated like lowly peons. When Graduation Day came, I didn’t walk across the stage to get my diploma. I exploded with silly/stupid/jackass happiness, which got the crowd going.
In the dream, it was 2018, but I somehow morphed back into a teenager. I enrolled into FSDB again, but this time around, dorm life was like how I would’ve wished it to be, over 20 years ago. However, for some reason, I still had no appreciation for it.
When I got settled into my dorm room, I was happy to see that my roommate was Pilar, one of my friends from the old D&B days. And she had morphed into a teenager too. The first cool thing I noticed about the dorm, was that me and Pilar were allowed to have a TV in our room. Then I realized how much nicer the dorm parents were, and so lenient too.
It was after our 10:30 bed time, but I decided to bring my I-phone out in the hallway, and watch this dream-made-up show about Alien teenagers who came to Earth, and spread their pop culture influences to American teenagers. This show was really popular among all my dormmates. Pilar and several other girls joined me in the hallway, and crowded around my phone. Then suddenly, a bunch of deep fried foods popped out of my phone. A bowl appeared in my hand to catch them, and I was free to pig out. After I polished it all off, one of my dormmates handed me a huge doughnut.
The dorm parents didn’t do anything about this rule breaking behavior.
After the show was over, my battery was getting low. So I went into the dorm living room to charge it. There were other dormmates and their off-campus friends having a sleepover in there. Then I remembered that I had my 6:30 A M alarm set on my phone. So I decided to let it charge in me and Pilar’s room, in case the sleepover girls didn’t want to be woken up that early. Everybody else was asleep. So I thought I should turn in for the night too.
However, I just ate a bunch of junk food, and morphing into a teenager didn’t make my middle aged health problems go away. So it wouldn’t have been wise for me to lay down, after such a fatty pig out, but I really was getting tired. So I checked my closet for any spare blankets I could roll up, and use as extra pillows to prop up my upper body. When I opened the closet curtain, the top shelf instantly filled up with puffy spare pillows.
The next morning, me and my dormmates, and the girls from off campus, were permitted to eat fast food breakfasts in the rec room, instead of going to the school cafeteria.
We all had a great time, just hanging out and eating, and talking about how cool last night’s alien pop culture show was.
Then the dream fast-forwarded to after school hours. Mom was in the dorm office. She came to visit me, and see how I was adjusting. As I hugged her, I said, “Mom, please get me out of this hellhole.”. The nice versions of the dorm parents were right there in the room, and they didn’t reprimand me for not watching my language. Mom agreed to take me back home, but before we left, I cussed out the dorm parents, and trashed the office. On the drive home, I felt no remorse over my attitude. I just wanted to be a normal kid, and go to the same high school as my sisters.
Wow, what does dreaming about being an ungrateful bitch symbolize?