vainillasoup34
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The next dream: I had this dream on Tuesday, July 21, 2026. In real life, I had finished classes the previous week, had signed my report card all last week, and had received grades for most subjects. However, my body still felt the physical anxiety and tension that had accumulated throughout the previous month, and I hadn't released that tension.
When I went to sleep on Monday night, those material worries turned into a dream. The entire dream was filled with this anxious feeling that I was in a hurry because my grade book had to be signed. In the first scenario, I was with my mother and my aunt in one of those big stores buying things; I was telling them to hurry up, but my mother just kept saying, "We're getting there." The second scenario was me sitting on the bus with that same feeling of stress. The third scenario was me walking down the street feeling the same way.
But the strangest scenario was the fourth. I suddenly appeared in the gymnasium of my old high school. We were playing volleyball. Then class ended, and we all gathered around our PE teacher. Suddenly, the boys and I appeared in the boys' bathroom of the gymnasium, with the teacher at the front, and we were performing salah, that is, a Muslim prayer. I should clarify that I was raised Christian, I live in a predominantly Christian country, there are no mosques where I live, I hardly ever see Muslims on the street, I don't know any Muslims, I hardly ever see anything about Islam in my studies, and none of my relatives who lived after my birth were Muslim.
The teacher was at the front, with his hands closed and palms facing up, his eyes closed and looking slightly down, reciting in Arabic. I was barely a meter away from him, to his right and in the front row. All the boys and I were standing with our arms together as if we were giving ourselves a hug. I was still anxious about being late to sign the report card, but I couldn't leave: prayer is supposed to be mandatory, I was in the front row right next to the teacher, I was on the opposite side of the door and there were about 20 students between the door and me.
When the prayer ended, I jogged off to sign my notebook. I could see there was some kind of party or picnic going on in the schoolyard, but I ignored it and kept jogging. It wasn't until I entered a large classroom, unlike anything I'd ever seen before, that I signed my report card with the teacher for the subject I'd submitted my final assignment to. In case you're wondering, weeks later she told me I'd passed.
When I went to sleep on Monday night, those material worries turned into a dream. The entire dream was filled with this anxious feeling that I was in a hurry because my grade book had to be signed. In the first scenario, I was with my mother and my aunt in one of those big stores buying things; I was telling them to hurry up, but my mother just kept saying, "We're getting there." The second scenario was me sitting on the bus with that same feeling of stress. The third scenario was me walking down the street feeling the same way.
But the strangest scenario was the fourth. I suddenly appeared in the gymnasium of my old high school. We were playing volleyball. Then class ended, and we all gathered around our PE teacher. Suddenly, the boys and I appeared in the boys' bathroom of the gymnasium, with the teacher at the front, and we were performing salah, that is, a Muslim prayer. I should clarify that I was raised Christian, I live in a predominantly Christian country, there are no mosques where I live, I hardly ever see Muslims on the street, I don't know any Muslims, I hardly ever see anything about Islam in my studies, and none of my relatives who lived after my birth were Muslim.
The teacher was at the front, with his hands closed and palms facing up, his eyes closed and looking slightly down, reciting in Arabic. I was barely a meter away from him, to his right and in the front row. All the boys and I were standing with our arms together as if we were giving ourselves a hug. I was still anxious about being late to sign the report card, but I couldn't leave: prayer is supposed to be mandatory, I was in the front row right next to the teacher, I was on the opposite side of the door and there were about 20 students between the door and me.
When the prayer ended, I jogged off to sign my notebook. I could see there was some kind of party or picnic going on in the schoolyard, but I ignored it and kept jogging. It wasn't until I entered a large classroom, unlike anything I'd ever seen before, that I signed my report card with the teacher for the subject I'd submitted my final assignment to. In case you're wondering, weeks later she told me I'd passed.