What. The. Heck.

I remember two dreams vividly from last night. When I first woke up I was more excited about the one I am going to share first, due to the fact that it is more involved. However, something happened within an hour of me waking up that drastically changed my order of preference. I'm still geeking out about it... but don't read ahead :)

In the first dream I was back in Mrs. Baylor's 12th grade English class taking a midterm, which actually had nothing to do with English. There were 64 questions, and each answer required a sentence and a picture. The questions I recall had to do with bees and flowers. This much of the dream came about because I began reading The Picture of Dorian Gray (British literature) yesterday, and there is a scene in which Dorian Gray and Lord Henry are conversing in the garden, and Gray becomes fixated on a bee in order to escape the new emotions that are arising in him as a result of the conversation. I turned to the back of my midterm and drew a picture for question 30, and accidentally used the entire page before realizing I was not even halfway through the test.

Then the midterm became an open-book, take-home exam, and I was back at home. I had to turn in my work by the end of class, but I couldn't remember if class ended at 9 or 9:30... or noon. When I finished I had just enough time to get back to school. I ran out of my apartment and up the street to where I had parked my car. My car was not there. In its place on the street was a work station for some painters who were busy painting my neighbors' house. My mouth went dry. I said, "Excuse me... have any of you seen the black car that was parked here?" One of the painters replied, "Oh yeah... it was towed. It had no business being here." I dropped everything I was holding and threw myself on the ground, cussing as I pounded my fists on the sidewalk. Quickly I said, "Sorry. That was very immature. But I really need my car to get back to school and turn in my paper."

I called my dad and told him what happened, and he generously gave me a ride. I was stressed, and so was he. He told me it would cost $220 just to get my car back. (Yesterday I received by mistake a bill for that exact amount. In both situations I thought, "I shouldn't have to pay this!") My dad dropped me off at school, which was actually church, and I hurried to the office to put my illustrated midterm in Mrs. Baylor's mailbox. I visually scanned the names on all the boxes before realizing I was in the church staff office rather than the teachers' office, located down the hall. The teachers' office was no more than a disorganized closet. Someone instructed me to just leave the midterm on a shelf, and Mrs. Baylor would find it. I was skeptical, but did as I was told. At the end of the dream my dad picked me up (without me even asking, which I thought was great) in the cul de sac where my mom lives.

Okay. Dream numero dos. I had been hanging out with Amy Denton for a little while when she said, "Oh yeah, there is something I wanted to show you." I turned towards her and saw that she was staring at her left hand, thumbing something on her ring finger. She then held her hand out to show me a scratch and said, "I don't know what I did... the scratch just showed up!" I smacked her lightly and said, "Amy! You can't do that! I thought you were going to tell me you were engaged!"

Well, here's the kicker: At about 9:30 this morning I opened an email from Amy telling me that she is engaged! Until this morning I had not talked to her in a while and hadn't given much thought to when Drew would propose, so I don't know what led me to dream about it. Crazy, right?