REM sleep

Last night was a pretty momentous occasion. For the first time in years I remember what I dreamed. Everybody dreams, I never remember mine. So here it is. I had two tests that overlapped, one in English, the 0ther in some subject I don't think I've ever heard of. Both went from 6 pm to 9 pm. And for some reason before my tests I was watching a bobsledding competition with Frogkisser, Pinkie, and Ugly Duckling. Only there were also some of my friends from London there, who had the same English test with me. I guess the competition was hot stuff everyone had to see or something. I think Clark and Aaron were there as well. So time came close for my first test, which started at 6, and it was 4 o'clock, meaning I only had an hour before it started, and thus a half an hour to take it once I arrived at school, and at that time my London friends left to take the test. I still had to study I think. So I was going to take my test that started at 6 o'clock, which makes no sense because it was 4 o'clock, meaning I should have had 2 hours before it started but only had one, but the math made sense at the time. I worked out that I could take the test in a half an hour, then I'd have an hour for my second test, and both tests should have taken 2 hours each (It's a wonder I've always been good at math, right? I swear it was all correct in the dream though). I wasn't worried, until events amassed. So somehow, suddenly, my shoes were buried outside in the 4 feet of snow right next to the bobsledding track. I was shoeless, and sockless for that matter. For some reason there was a pile of shoes by the track (stupid people taking off their shoes in the snow), but mine was the pair buried in between them and the table. How did I know this? I have no idea. Maybe I had a special telepathic to my shoes, but even though I couldn't remember taking them off, I knew that's where they were. I was on my back porch, because naturally the bobsledding competition was in my parents' backyard. I communicated the urgency of the situation to Frogkisser. She went out to dig out my shoes. She was too slow for my preference. Thus I waded out barefoot into 4 feet of snow to help her, only once I was out there she abandoned me. I was rather offended. But I found my own shoes, then rushed out to my car to drive to school. It was my sister's car for some reason, and it decided to not work while I was driving it down the road. So I awoke, panicked that I was late for my tests, and that in the expanse of 5 hours I had to take my tests, I somehow ended up with only a half an hour to take each of them and might have missed one of them. So I finally awoke this morning freezing, thus put off getting up until 3 hours after I intended to get up. I bought candy last night to get me through work, which I could not find, to my everlasting sorrow. I also ended up going to work at around 7 am, which not only was later than I intended, but an hour later than I was hired to come in, meaning technically I should stay till 5 today, but I'm still leaving at 4. Tuesdays are slow. It's not a big deal other than that I'll have to make up the hours another day, and I would have just as soon had the hours taken care of at the beginning of this week (because of school my work hours are a bit messed up and I can shift them slightly to suit my needs, but I still have to make up hours on those days I don't have school, like today). So not even a block from my house my car died. I didn't even turn the bend, which turned out to be good as far as pushing my car went. I called my dad asap. He said to steal my sister's car, who happens to be one of my roommates, and he said he'd come look at my car and drive her to work. So I go to inform her I'm stealing her car. She was asleep, thus had no desire to push my car with me. So Frogkisser, my most excellent of roommates, came and helped me push my car down the street to our house. I rather forgave her for abandoning me in my quest for my shoes. We didn't get far because the steering wheel was locked, so I tried my engine again and it worked. Only I didn't want to be abandoned in SLC if it died again, so I still took my sister's car. After finally leaving I had to double back home to get my work badge out of my car of course, so I got to work by 8 am. At that point I no longer cared. Nobody will mind anyway, but nevertheless, I had a legitimate excuse. And only now am I realizing the bizarre similarities between today and my dream. True, no one knows where the bobsledding came from...And it turns out my car is the piece of crap, not my sister's...But I was driving her car--like today--and the car I was driving did break down--like today. Thankfully I have no tests. I'm guessing my London friends were there because I talked to one of them last night before I went to bed. What a bizarre day thus far. On the bright side, I finally bought a watch last night to replace my broken one, I found my keys with my house key on them, I mostly cleaned my room last week in consideration of our upcoming move, and I did my taxes on my off week. You'll be pleased to know that that I will be getting money back, not giving more away.