9 Mo' Years

I've been having a lot of nightmares lately. They have been a bunch of minor ones. I just hope they never come true. So last night I dreamt that there was no record of me going to elementary school. The school district gave my parents a call and said that it was a mistake for me to be in college since I didn't have proof of basic education. They tried to have me start back at 1st grade even though I was capable of acing through every task they gave me. I had a talk with the principal and he talked to me like I was 5, saying that if I keep this up, they'll just hold me back until I had to be in school for another 9 years. I also met a bully that tried to punch my mom in the face. I confronted her and chewed her out (not literally). The bully resembled someone oddly familiar. After this goose chase about trying to figure out if I was stuck in the past or not, I called it quits and saw that it was 6 am (real time). This was some sick dream because I didn't find this funny at all.

I woke up finding myself sleeping faced down and thought I had dislocated both arms and my neck. Worried that I'd injure myself staying that way, I flipped over and thankfully felt the sensation of blood rushing through those parts of me. This limbo between sleeping and not sleeping is killing me. Hence my cat-like sleeping habits.