I am at a college, getting out of my first class. I realize halfway down the hall that I have no idea what class I'm heading to. I try to ask Weston, but I don't get a straight answer really. I peek into one of the classes windows, and even walk in, but I quickly realize it's not the class I'm meant to go to. So, as everyone else purposely heads to their destination, I stand a bit off to the side in the wide hall, searching through my bag on my hip for my planner, in which I have written my schedule. I find it finally among the ruckus of books, and flip through the pages trying to find where I jotted down my classes. I find it in one of the pages in the front of the planner, and see that P.E. is supposedly where I'm supposed to be.
Vaguely, there is blood. A lot of blood, everywhere. Somehow this involves a woman that I live with. She's like a mother figure to me, though I do not know her. [End]
Relative to Real Life~
Night of October 5th, 2013
Real-life characters: Weston.
Dream-created characters: Woman, filler students.
Real-life places: None.
Dream-created places: School.
Different than real life: I have not gone to college, I don't plan to do so yet anyway, I graduated high school 3 years ago and haven't seen Weston since.
Precognitive: (10-6-13) Not a big deal, but kind of odd. I got nostalgic today and went through a couple of my old diaries, ones from my early years in high school. Found my schedule written out for my freshman year, which happens to be the only year I took PE. I didn't list my schedule for my other years in any later entries in my diaries, or at least not in the ones I read. Neat coincidence.
Reoccurring: Forgetting my schedule is a reoccurring theme in most of my school related dreams.