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I had several weird/bad dreams last night, one involving age regression and our favorite absorbent undergarment.
This dream almost seemed... scripted. Like I wanted certain things to happen a certain way.
In it I seemed to be a little girl attending kindergarten or first grade at an apparently Christian school. The dream felt like it mostly took place multiple decades in the past, perhaps in the 70's. Before school starts I'm with my grandfather (not either of my real-life ones) and instead of whittling a piece of wood I'm attempting to whittle... gloves. Anyway...
Class starts and the first thing we do is go outside for recess. Despite apparently being a kid, I scoot more than slide down the slide (a problem I have with some slides in real-life thanks to my size.) Not long before we're ushered back inside, I look in one of the building's windows with a friend. Down below there looks like a daycare room. I pointed out the bead mazes to my friend (''That's what they're called?'' ''Yeah, I didn't know either.''). Then I mentioned the PAW Patrol training pants I saw to her (I realized they didn't fit the year, but went with it) and seemed to await a stereotypical response. ''Aren't you like, five?'' she replied.
When we go back inside is when the nightmarish part starts. In the commotion we all get separated into different groups. I end up in a room with kids I don't seem to know and adults sitting around on couches. An old woman has us chant and talks about raising money. Then someone comes in to take blood samples. I flee at this point. I manage to grab a pair of training pants and hide out in a bathroom to try to put them on. But I'm scared of someone coming to unlock the door and get me, and then I wake up.
This dream almost seemed... scripted. Like I wanted certain things to happen a certain way.
In it I seemed to be a little girl attending kindergarten or first grade at an apparently Christian school. The dream felt like it mostly took place multiple decades in the past, perhaps in the 70's. Before school starts I'm with my grandfather (not either of my real-life ones) and instead of whittling a piece of wood I'm attempting to whittle... gloves. Anyway...
Class starts and the first thing we do is go outside for recess. Despite apparently being a kid, I scoot more than slide down the slide (a problem I have with some slides in real-life thanks to my size.) Not long before we're ushered back inside, I look in one of the building's windows with a friend. Down below there looks like a daycare room. I pointed out the bead mazes to my friend (''That's what they're called?'' ''Yeah, I didn't know either.''). Then I mentioned the PAW Patrol training pants I saw to her (I realized they didn't fit the year, but went with it) and seemed to await a stereotypical response. ''Aren't you like, five?'' she replied.
When we go back inside is when the nightmarish part starts. In the commotion we all get separated into different groups. I end up in a room with kids I don't seem to know and adults sitting around on couches. An old woman has us chant and talks about raising money. Then someone comes in to take blood samples. I flee at this point. I manage to grab a pair of training pants and hide out in a bathroom to try to put them on. But I'm scared of someone coming to unlock the door and get me, and then I wake up.