the dream

i had a dream...[and honestly, in retrospect, i think it was more of a nightmare-cum-wakeup call]

i dreamed that the sch hols were over, that we were back in sch again. in the dream, i had forgotten to do any holiday hw, went back to sch. First period, i got sent out of class for 1)not finishing english hw, 2)shouting back at the teacher....Next period, i got zero (0.00) for math coursework cos i didn't finish math portfolio...the rest of the day was havok, got scolded for every small matter, records of my previous finished assignments were blank, everything was gone.

honestly i was so scared....in the dream, i got so tired of everything that i just sat outside class and cried....was so freaked out, i didn't know what to do...the rest of the details are kind of hazy....but one of the reasons why i finally realized that what i was going through wasn't reality was that at one time while i was outside, i was talking to myself...as in i was standing in front of me and talking to me...and he(me) was different....in simpler terms, he was a punk, really from attitude to and dressing (or the most you can get from just sch u), and he was mocking me as i just sat there, pple were just walking by between us, but i could hear him clearly.

i woke up....i was really tired, but i didn't want to sleep...was too scared to see the scene again, its like seeing everything evil and nasty in you personified to make your life a living hell, not only was it creepy on so many levels, it was really scary, cos i hated that side of me.

i guess it reflects well in this sketch i'm trying out
"the boy with angel and demon wings"