This is by far one of the weirdest dreams I've had. I mean, I've had dreams for the past few days now (and cutting into my sleep, to boot), but this one deserves noteworthy mention for being currently the most non-Euclidean of them all.
So, I'm back in my secondary school, attending class in a blue-hued version of my old classroom. First things first, I'm totally out-of-place; I'm at my current height, with my current build, and I'm wearing army fatigues. My hair is mostly gone like my recruit days, or not, I'm not too sure, but even the army jockey cap is in place on my head. My bag, too; it's the bag I used for my NS days, rather than my old secondary school bag. Everything is like one size smaller than I'm used to.
Flashback to what I assume is the previous night, where I'm holding up a notification slip, and it says that I have exams the next day; English, Mathematics, Geography, the works. English I just shrug it off, but Mathematics and Geography has me sweating; how long has it been since I touched those subjects outside of the occasional interaction? To top it off, tomorrow's a working day!
Then flash-forward again, and here I am, in the blue-hued classroom of my memory, where everyone is in pre-exams jitter and talk, yet I can't seem to properly hear anything. The exams come, and it's a FUCKING SCIENCE PAPER. Clearing that one with a mixture of equal parts apprehension and confidence, I am then rudely awoken by the alarm clock.
Now, more than 12 hours later, I still don't know what the fuck that was about. Will tonight bring a table-turner? Or can I have a proper sleep for once since the past two weeks?
*If it's a table-turner, I want it to be Obari-related.