The amount of stress I’ve been under has begun to affect my state of mind. I have three weeks of school left, but it feels like an eternity. It’s deeply affected my sleep habits.
I had this dream the other night. It was very unsettling because of how real it felt. I was in an unfamiliar building that felt like a hotel. There was an immaculate lobby, beautifully furnished with a grand spiral staircase that ascended in the middle of the room. I went up the stairs to find my room. What was strange about this hotel was there weren’t any doors on the rooms. You could see people laying on their beds, putting their items away and watching television. I found my room, number 9B or 98 (I can’t recall because of how distorted it looked). I laid on my bed and turned on the TV, which is when a emitted tone came on to announce that there would be a tornado. I looked at my window and I could see a black funneled mass, no more than a few miles away. In Kansas, tornados were not a common occurrence and they weren’t foreign either. I decided to run for cover, to find a basement. I down the stairs to the lobby, watching the tornado grow closer. I tried to alert everyone to find cover, but no one was listening to me. I yelled. I screamed. No one would look my way. It was as if they couldn’t see the tornado that had blackened the sky. I grew frustrated that no one was listening so I grabbed the next person who walked past me. The man I grabbed looked me quizzically, “What are you talking about?” I pointed the window, the black funnel growing closer. He said he didn’t see anything and continued on.
“I’ve got to wake up,“ I told myself. “This is a dream.”
My dream began to disintegrate and I woke up in my bed. I usually don’t understand my dreams, but this one was blatantly obvious. My world has been spiraling out of control and I am the only one who seems to notice it. The overwhelming stress I have been feeling has taken control of my life. It’s because I have so much to do and not enough time. This feeling shall pass.