dream blog...or should i say nightmare blog?

i was dreaming that i went back to my old dojo, only it was different. there were a lot more senseis and students that i didn't know, and they were teaching things in stations that all the students rotated through. you had to wait in line, and then you were taught the technique individually, judged by the senseis watching, and finally you were given a score on how well you did.

the first two rotations, i got perfect scores in. then, the third rotation i got deducted some points for addressing the teaching sensei rudely, which i didn't understand since i had no idea what i did to offend him! shihan jenny was talking to me, and she had these perfectly white and straight teeth. i was so mesmerized by her teeth, that when she turned away, i kind of absentmindedly noted that her gi was wide open in the front and she wasn't wearing a shirt underneath. then i looked down, and realized that my gi was kind of loose, and i wasn't wearing a shirt underneath either! i frantically fixed it and retied my obi.

after i had gone through most of the rotations, i was waiting in line for the last station, which was taught by shihan robert. the line was soooo long. all the people who were waiting had these giant clipboards (the kind you use for art class) and they were drawing their homework for an art class they were all in. there were also these people mass producing deer shaped post-its while they were waiting. yes, i know. crazy. so i was around the middle of the line when shihan jenny announced that time was almost up. shihan robert just looked at her and kept going, trying to go a little faster to get to everyone. but the line was so long, and it didn't really move either, it just kept filling up with more and more people. i never got to the front of the line, and then suddenly, the dream changed.

i was in some weird clinic, and they were doing checkups. a bunch of people, including myself, were standing in straight lines, like assembly lines, and people in white uniforms would go down the lines and do one thing each, like check your eyes, mouth, or hair. finally, after a while, we were being herded somewhere, but we didn't know where we were going. my gi had come loose again, and before i could fix it, they took it off me, and i was naked, and pushed into a room with shelves of medical supplies and operating tables. there was another girl in there, and she looked scared, but she smiled at me a little. then, this doctor and this intense nurse lady walked in. the doctor just sat down, but the nurse started grabbing all sorts of shit from the shelves and piling them on one of the operating tables. the nurse was super bitchy, and going on and on about how disobedient and rude we were, and how we needed to be punished. she started unwrapping all these syringes, and she told me i was first. the girl next to me was shaking, and she took out this deodorant stick, and shook something out of it into her mouth. i just kind of stared, and she smiled and offered me the deodorant, which had a compartment in the back for post-traumatic stress pills. i told her no thanks, and then the doctor stood up and asked why i didn't want the pills. i replied (kind of arrogantly, actually) that i didn't need the pills, and that i preferred to feel things, as opposed to being a zombie on meds. the doctor then nodded at the nurse, and she took this huge syringe and started running the sharp tip of it down my back. she finally jabbed it into my thigh. then she took another one, and injected my ass, and then another one, and injected it into my arm. each one hurt like fuck! i think she was twisting them in...D:<. and then i woke up, all sweaty and twitchy.