Nightmare

Amber laughs at me because

a) I can remember my dreams, and

b) they're so vivid and usually have a storyline.

In college, and for a few years after, I used to dream that it was nearing the end of the semester, and there was a class that I hadn't attended all semester, and I had one test to pass or fail the whole thing. I think that's a common dream among college students.

Last night's nightmare:

I was attempting to CLEP out of trigonometry (I've never taken trigonometry. Ever). Well, it changed back and forth from being a CLEP (and the only set of credits keeping me from getting my degree) and being part of the GRE (which I have no intention of taking anytime in the near future).

Either way, whatever it was, I hadn't studied for it. At all.

I was able to creatively write out my answers (on a multiple-choice test, mind you), but they were still the wrong answers, with very convoluted reasoning for them ("this is the prettiest-looking answer, so it must be right," etc.), and then I realized that there would be no credit given for creativity on a math test.

My dad was standing there, very disappointed, and I was overtly flirting with a couple of guys also taking the test.

The place where we were taking the test was in the woods, and I think we were at camp, too (like summer camp -- junior high-style). It was night, and there wasn't much light, and I was trying to get down a set of wooden stairs in bare feet, and I think there was a concert or a party going on, too. And some really snotty girls (again, that feeling of being in junior high or high school).

And then, very suddenly, I was on the Liberty University campus, and they had built a brand-new athletics facility (square-ish) and were completely ignoring the Vines Center (only Holly will know what I'm talking about, I think). It was very near the new DeMoss Hall, Hol.

I often wind up, in my dreams, either back on the LU campus, or hanging out in Lynchburg with a bunch of people I knew there. Sometimes, Jerry's there, too, eating spaghetti with the rest of us at Debbie and Jim's house (in my dreams, they've moved back to Lynchburg and live next door to some of the Brother Dorm guys). Janelle and Jason are there, and we're often debating something. Sometimes, we're sitting in the empty Vines Center, like the good ol' convocation days.

So anyway, that was my nightmare last night. It didn't leave me shaking and crying (I had one a few weeks ago that did that ... not fun), but it did scare me. I was thankful to wake up and realize that I did not, in fact, need to take a trigonometry test.