Hey, everyone! Glad you're patient. I've been wondering what my second post would be.
Randomness is all around us, so I've sure had lots of ideas. From posting impromptu recipes to making stories out of seemingly unrelated weblinks, my mind has been trying to capture the true essence of random.
I had a dream this morning. It seemed like the ultimate candidate for a post. There's no real regularity to my dreams, other than they follow a some kind of timeline. I sat up trying to remember the dream in it's totality for quite some time when I realized that most of my dreams hop around and need a bit of filling in the blanks before making it readable in a blog.
This got me thinking on another thought. The more random a post is, the more unreadable it becomes. There has to be a glue to make it all cohesive and understandable. So, I've decided just to post snippets of the dream that I currently remember.
I'm standing in a classroom setting. Not a normal classroom, mind you. This is a converted doctors office with carpet everywhere. Cubicles covered in the brownish carpeting are placed throughout the space. I sense that I'm late for something, but have not heard the instructions.
"Sit down and start the test", the stern looking teacher tells me. She's got more wrinkles than the walls have carpet, but her tone puts such a fear into me that I can't move at first. I'm broken from the spell when I hear a mumbling from the left side of the partitioned corridor.
It was the first question! The students are asking the questions to the test. I quickly move toward the sound and find that all of my classmates are younger than I am and that everyone else has heard what I couldn't make out. I take a seat diagonal to this speaker and say something about speaking up.
I look down at my paper. It has a multiple choice style answer sheet with a comment line for every question. I don't understand, but strain to hear what the guy who's going over question one again is saying. I still don't hear him, so in the comment field I write, "Could not hear, no applicable answer".
The digital bell rings and everyone else hands in their paper to the prune witch in the center of the padded cells. I don't wish to agitate her or even make eye contact, so I proceed to look about for something else to do.
The strongest part about these snippets of this dream is the anxiety that I felt when I realized I needed to find a seat and start taking the test. It gave me a larger sense of dread than when I looked into the angst riddled eyes of the teacher. There were other parts of the dream that had better feelings, but those were too fragmented to make into paragraphs. Either I will get better at remembering, or start to embellish more to plot out my brains entertainment for you.
I hope you enjoyed this post as much as I did writing it. Dreaming is fun, remembering is also fun. Now if I could just do both at the same time!
Take care, and don't forget to leave suggestions or comments for me. I exist for interaction.