Two dreams during the same sleep: First one, I killed myself by jumping off a building I initially parkoured my way up to. Second one, I was back in high school. Sweet eighteen all over again, final day of school. Class is told that we absolutely need to have our lockers cleared out by today or everything will get tossed. Realize that I procrastinated way too long and my locker is stuffed with school books and personal books. Entire dream is me taking out and separating them, then taking the school books to where they belong. At the end of the day, the teacher is handing out final reviews with parents in attendance. Get called up, teacher and principal show me all the negative written remarks my teachers ever made of me, I say "well it could have been worse", my parents and the teacher and the principal laugh, and then my mom makes this remark about how I pinched pennies by not spending money on lunch so I could instead spend it on books. In wondering how she could possibly know I was doing that, I then realize that I'm not eighteen, that I already graduated, and the dream collapses in on itself right as I start thinking of all the things I could do differently.
>>98326Brother, I do jack shit at work. I'm the only one there and don't have to worry about seeing anybody until maybe the last hour. It's kinda cash money.
