Last night, I couldn’t sleep. I kept tossing, turning and whining. Blamed it on my coffee even if I do drink coffee to sleep because I’m a coffee junkie— it exists as my upper and my sleeping pill.
I always have vivid dreams, dreams that I could still remember even when I wake up. I fell asleep at midnight and I dreamed that I was going to take an exam wearing my maroon scrub suit. The place for the exam was a football field with high chairs—very high chairs, about 20 feet tall, as tall as the lamps that lit the field. I had to climb a ladder to sit on the chair. It was so weird because the chairs were tall but they were light enough that we even arranged it ourselves, lifting it across the field and arranging them in rows. I never got to the part when I would climb up and sit on the chair, I was on the verge of climbing the first step on the ladder when my alarm brought me back to the world; I woke up even before I got the chance to know what the exam was about. Hah.
I really don’t know what it means but I think it’s worth recording. I fell asleep indeed but I was struggling to get up on that high chair in my dream.