Ever have a recurring dream that is so realistic that you become to believe it's actually an old memory.
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I have this recurring dream that I accidentally signed up for a class in highschool, sometimes college and I keep forgetting to go. This dream usually occurs along with other semi realistic events that explain the reason for missing the class. Most recently the version of the dream was that I missed the class because I was traveling for a wrestling tournament. In this dream I have only began wrestling after taking a sabbatical. Which is actually how my real wrestling career went. I returned to wrestling my junior and senior year of HS. I should of stuck with it through college instead of playing football, I would be in so much better shape. Anyway I'm not saying my dad was right. Back to the dream I am missing this class because our team is competing in a tournament that begins on Friday. This happened every once in awhile in real life. I would also like to note that earlier in the dream that I was doing quite well and was 7-0 on the season with 3 pins so far.
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My coach in the dream also happened to be my middle School wrestling coach but my teammates were friends from college. Anyway, I get a call while on the shitter trying to get rid of the last half pound of weight, and it's from a HS friend that is also in the class and he's been skipping the class but on purpose. Apparently the teacher is going to flunk us. Mind you I at this point forgot I even had this class and it's the end of the semester and this is the first contact I've had with the professor. Which is a little lame on her part. In the dream I never get the name of the professor or exactly what she looks like but thinking of her brings an imagine of her looking like a combination of my 4th grade teacher and Dolores Umbridge. Which waiting until the end of the semester to contact to a kid that has no clue he's in a class, just so she can flunk him would be such a Mrs price thing to do.
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Anyway that's always how the dream ends I get a heads up from a friend that what's her name is tired of our BS and she is flunking me in class that I never knew I was supposed to go to. The best part of the story/dream/nightmare is that after this dream recurring dozens of times I finally found out the name of the class I wasn't going to. It was an elective class called sports literature. I think that's some sort of sign from whatever deity that is running the show.
P.S. we really need to get back to doing the vision quest as a society. I think some recreational drugs could speed up this process of receiving signs from God. Elizabeth Warren should make vision quests her top priority to save her campaign. Could've used a vision quest before I got my B.S. and began working on a Master's degree in a completely unrelated field.
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