I suppose, this line of thinking explains last night's wacky dream. It started with me returning to college. Of course, I have to start over (my credits have expired), so the dream began with me walking onto campus as a freshman. The school was somehow attached to my alma mater, Lower Richland High. Incidentally, the first college I attended was a tech school down the street and we often called it "Lower Richland University" as a joke.
In my dream, two girls I went to school with were also going to the college. Rose and I went to school together from Kindergarten on and Rebecca and I met in high school. I was confused to see them, because both of them have already completed some form of college. But, there they were, helping me find my way to my new English class. They already knew the professor and loved the class, so I guess I was a late transfer (???). Anyhow, the school campus felt like a mix of all schools I have ever visited with a dash of shopping mall thrown in for good measure.
Somehow, I got out of the class without being forced to answer, but my next assignment was strange. I had a rotary cutting tool in my hand, like my best friend uses to cut fabric. Or, maybe it was a pizza cutter. Regardless, I had to walk (crawl, really) around a certain part of campus, cutting the grass from the edges of sidewalks. I am not sure if this was a geometry lesson or what. There I was on my hands and knees pushing this tool along the sidewalk's edge, and a big truck pulled into the parking lot nearby. Who was in the truck? Someone who was simultaneously Darth Vader and Voldemort.
I think I might be a little bit stressed about returning to school.