***stardust

So...
Somehow missed the bus this morning - he said he came by but I was watching nearly five minutes early and waited ten minutes late.. ten minutes amidst 6+ inches of snow and the freezing cold, 8.30am... absolutely beautiful morning, but... So I went back inside, we called around, Josh's car was elsewhere (and I'm afraid I woke him up ^^; ), Britt couldn't find Laura's cell number and she wasn't answering on aim... by that point, the bus was due in about another ten minutes anyway, so I headed back into the cold again.. this time, I wasn't able to keep the cold out like I had before, I was freezing... Bus came by, a few minutes late...
So I got to my Systems Languages and Protocols exam about forty minutes late, my professor's sitting at the desk looking at me.. "yeahh.. I live across town, and the bus didn't come by this morning." I've only missed class once, late once, have one of the highest grades in the class, I knew he'd not be upset with me.. he'd actually sent me an email, as he didn't have my phone number:
subject: Where are you?
Melissa,

The test is being given at this moment. You are not here. Where are you?
Tom Loughlin

*giggles* Luckily, I still did really well, only missed two questions (despite the extreme lack of sleep I was going on), and think I did alright on the essays.. finished with twenty minutes to spare.
Afterwards, had some time before the bus, so I popped down to the WilliC to grab some food, and also some blank greeting cards from the bookstore (as I've a few to give out down here, and forgot to bring my stash with me). Went back to the house, started studying while baking another batch of cookies for Christmas. They're these awesome raspberry-almond thumbprint cookies, they're soooo goood. Even if I had some issues with the icing on them.
Ran around the house, fought with Britt's printer to get the cards printed before she left, got most of my study guide filled in, realised I'd hvae to get the bus over to campus at like 5 even though my exam's not 'til 6.30, cos of the schedule break.
Around 3.30, I was *finally* able to lay down and take a nap, which I desperately needed. I've felt queasy for two days now, some disasterous combination of lack of sleep, odd eating habits, and stress, I suppose. Slept for about twenty minutes, woke up for a moment, then went back to sleep.....
And I had the most disturbing of dreams...
I was in another world, it wasn't my own, no-one knew me and I didn't know anyone or anything, I was stuck there and I couldn't get home.. I had a small bag I carried with me, with a few books, necklaces, small things that seemed to be meaningful.. really, it was like a video game in a lot of ways, but.. I was so upset, just wanting to get back to my world the whole time...
So many short scenes, I can't remember the flow of them.. in someone's kitchen, a small child playing on the floor.. an elevator with triple doors, which moved back and forth at a terrifyingly rapid speed, shaking the platform I stood on, swaying dangerously, I couldn't figure out how to get only one to open so I could get in.. in another elevator, which tilted onto its back.. a cell phone call from one of the only things I can make sense of, the girl who got kicked off the fashion runway reality show Britt and I'd watched some of last night.. hang-gliding?..
In an airport? something similar at least, walking up to.. Dan, and maybe Laura? and Dan didn't know me.. they couldn't help me, something about needing to find my brother, who was stuck there as well, seeing where he'd come into this alternate world at, that might be a clue..
Only a few things were recognisable in that world, there was nothing I knew, only..
Pictures of Bono kept appearing, and I clung to those images, crying out with all my soul for him to help me... a series of huge beach towels (blankets stitched like the Monkees blanket Megs gave me?) strung on clotheslines over a beachfront, pictures of Bono, and Bono with Ali.. I was with someone who had sympathy for me, I kept pointing to the pictures of Bono, look that's someone I know, that's got to be a sign of something.....
So lost and forlorn, desperate, soul aching and I had no idea how to get back...

I woke up to my alarm, thinking it was morning, wondering if I could sleep a little more, thinking it had gone off before my watch alarm, looked at my watch...
4.54.
The bus was coming by at 5.03.

Rushed out of bed, still lost in the haze of the dream, slight pressure headache and queasy still.. grabbed my notes, dashed out to the kitchen, pulled on my coat and said such a hasty goodbye to Britt...

Even on the bus, chatting with Bob (whom Britt and I went out to coffee with last night, it was cool..a little odd *laughs softly* but fun), I was still caught up in the dream...

I'm still not back out of it, and I've got to study some more for this exam - I'm hovering right between an A and a B, I need to do well.

*Ananda Daydream * 6:02 PM * *

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