jet lagged sleep

Date: 9/21/2019

dream 1 there was a dream i was gonna take dmt and megan markle was there as well as monique. we were all getting drinks and had to choose one and i was like “i need kombucha to balance my gut” so i got it and off we went, a big crowd of us. i needed to measure my kombucha half and half so megan was like “why not use my notebook” so i poured the water on the notebook, and then kombucha. i remember being conflicted as to whether i should use the whole notebook ( in which the pages could get soaked) or just a couple pages (in which the kombucha would seep through and be wasted) but i opted with the whole book, and to my surprise the notebook was doing okay minus a few pages struggling, so i licked the page and did the kombucha shot. we did it just past a nigerian wedding, as everyone was like “ do you wanna catch yourself in a wedding photo just in front of a wedding”?? and i was like true let’s keep it pushing then we were back at the shop and it felt like we were at the hostel but there was this grizzly dog trying to bite me as is thought it was feeling food and i told it “what’s ur deal, i bought this food earlier in just picking it up” but it kept biting then eventually stopped. then i went into my hostel room at the shop divided by a curtain and put this exercise stepper by the door so the dog couldn’t get in?? then i was undergoing some kinda surgery where they were doing something to my right arm (not left fr some reason) and like some more of my body so i had to try and compute an angle that worked for me to lie in that wouldn’t hamper me during surgery dream 2 so first i was online on this system allowing you to register for school, and for activities like swimming. i was with my boyfriend, and there were so many options but i knew i could not swim, so i was trying to make him a plus one option so that he could swim. but it was saying because i was registered as not in attendance at school (because i was ill and just wanting to get a hit back into movement at the gym) they were like “this is ridiculous, she’s pretending to be ill” and all of a sudden this circular table of teachers/critics on my right hand side started insulting me and talking about how bad a student and person i was. i was like to neno “i can hear them, they’re all talking about me” and so i went up to them, gathered all their documents into a pile and poured water over them.l to duck them up. then as they tried to walk away i stood by a fountain and sprayed water by angling a cup at the ones who remained and their documents too. i felt so satisfied and good like “fuck this school, i don’t need them anyway!” then i stacked up all the books i needed for uni and for life, like the maths and physics ones ( which filled up like 4 bags when i only had one - i was like “have i fucked up here??” ) and put them in my bag and the geography, english, etc ones went in a super tall pile. i remember being like “this pile is too tall it’s gonna collapse” but it was way too tall to split into two so i left it there for whoever’s job it would become” there was a class that came in as i was sorting and organising those books, so i looked at the poem that was on the board as they were analysing and was like “actually, this poems kinda good. maybe i should get into poetry” when i woke up a voice was like “this is the conclusion to everything you wished you could do at school” then, i began imagining (whilst awake) that a teacher had me boxed into their office and was shouting at me. i tried to get past them but they were blocking the door. i asked to move past them and they shouted at me more. so i opened the window and started to climb out (which wouldn’t have worked, but it showed them i was gonna leave no matter what even if it involves climbing round literal glass n probs breaking my whole body) at which point i understood the conflict that school placed on my inner child’s soul expression