Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 11/3/2019
By pinkstar16121
It was a major project that was for school (guess I was still in school) and it was expected to be presented like you would in the workplace with a high level of professionalism like a long report with a table of contents and the works. My friend who was my friend from my internship in the spring semester last year was helping me out. I had taken sort of messy notes just on my phone, and I told him that, but he said he was giving me something more organized. The notes he was giving me were this list of nonprofits that I guess my organization was collaborating with or benefitting. I don't really remember what the project was about, except that it involved this list of nonprofits. I kept telling my friend "you're the best," because he made me feel more prepared. Then we were presenting. It was very serious. The teacher, who was my professor/advisor from school, had set up this AI recording that called out people's names to go up next. Unfortunately, despite my friend helping me get prepared, by the time I was up to present, which for some reason was in front of a crowd that included my mom, I didn't even have the list, and I didn't mention what my organization did. I did a sloppy job, and I had one PowerPoint slide, the title up on the projector and in my hand. The background was blue. I was embarrassed, but then I was going to get a second chance. I had the list this time, and it was the only thing I was really focused on; I just read from it, but I felt better and more prepared this time. However, it wasn't the last time I was going to need that list. I was walking somewhere with my mom. I remember us having this deep conversation about my dad and his wrongdoings. I remember our journey felt like forever, and we passed these big long trucks that I was afraid would hit us, and we nearly ran into one that was parked. Then, after what felt like forever, we came to our destination, which my dad was right in. I had been mid sentence saying something about him using the word "he," then I stopped when I saw him. Apparently, I was getting married now, but I didn't have someone I was marrying. It was all about my dad walking me down the aisle. I remember crying in front of someone, and they asked me what was wrong. The reason I was crying was because I didn't want my dad to walk me down the aisle, but my mom instead like the thank u, next song. I'm not close with my dad just like Ari is not close with her dad, and we are both closer to our moms. So, I thought the line in thank u, next where she says she walks down the aisle holding hands with her mama was a good idea. Who says a man has to walk you down the aisle, especially if a woman figure has been more of a support system in your life? But my dad was walking with me, but it went back to the presentation where I needed that list. I told my dad I needed to get a piece of paper and a water bottle and they were on the front table in the classroom. They weren't there though and then I remembered they were at my desk, so I said "oh, actually they're at my desk." So we went to my desk. I felt nervous. I was going to be presenting again. I ended up getting a score of 355/700, which my cousin told me and we were so excited about even though irl that is not a good grade, but in my logic in the dream as long as I got a score in the hundreds and not like a 70, that was good. It actually was because I initially thought it was just out of 100, and I thought she said I got like a 104, but when she said 355, I was like wow, I got a really high grade even when I found out the total possible points I could have gotten. It didn't seem that far off. Actually in the dream instead of being an F, it was a B- There was this other part in the dream with this basketball court that had a public section and an off limits section. There was also a part where I was trying to use a vibrator, but my grandfather was next to me and I couldn't do it for obvious reasons 😳 The very last part of my dream involved my mom, but I can't remember the context.