My friend asked me to do a dream questionnaire for her research in the field (because she knows how messed up my dreams usually are).
So I was writing the kinds of dream I have at times:
- recurring themes --> assassins/ninjas/spy ones, they're pretty crazy, I'm always running away and almost getting caught and getting killed
- boy bands --> aka w-inds., in which I am either them or someone they're close to
- half-conscious --> in which I hear the conversations going on around me while I'm seeing some magical land --> happens most of the time in class --> I can choose when to wake up
And then I got to the section that I would describe as "movie-vivid ones" that usually involve
- me not being me but a character of some messed up story
- aforementioned messed up story that usually involve lots of deaths/world war/disasters
- I'm usually protecting someone close to me, and then they end up dying
- I wake up crying or I wake up because I choked on my snot or something
Then I start remembering all the images I see in my dream from all the deaths/world war/disasters... when I say "movie-vivid" it means that it's things that I remember years after because they're so messed up. Lots of limbs and body parts everywhere kind of thing. Also, I can smell in my dream. It's not very pleasant.
Now I'm too afraid to sleep so I'm here writing about it D:
As a happy ender, I finished exams today. It was the most ridiculously easy exam I've ever written in my life I feel bad for the 3 hours I spent cramming it, and feel extremely stupid walking out of it because I feel I over-studied; it was a joke. It's a Musical Theater course, but I just feel that the prof could've done a better job in teaching actual stuff about it rather than just memorizing facts. Hopefully the jazz course and the global music course next term will be good.