day-25

One of the most comfortable feelings is when I crawl into bed with freshly-laundered sheets. The clean, crisp smell is so refreshing, and I feel so cozy and secure. Even though I don't mind the slightly musty smell of sheets that have been used for a few days, I still try to change them at least once a week.

A good night's sleep is essential for me, and I love dreaming. I don't have to have a dream that's particularly meaningful or exciting, I just enjoy the experience of dreaming. I often write down my dreams in a journal or notes on my phone.

Last night I dreamed of joining a family I didn't know. I was like being adopted and going on a vacation abroad. I was very excited and happy because I could go abroad during the summer. The plane was supposed to leave at 12:45, but at 9:00 am, we were still playing on the beach.

At first I was worried and told my foster mother if it was possible to get ready in a matter of hours while the suitcase and clothes to be brought were not packed at all. But she looked relaxed and then I was told to join the people swimming at the beach.

Everyone was wearing bikinis or swimsuits, but I wasn't prepared and then decided to wear a sports bra and panties. Although I was embarrassed, I finally plunged in and felt the saltiness of the sea water. There were not only me, but also several foster children swimming, playing in the water, or just sunbathing.

Then I met two women. They looked drunk and a little tipsy. Maybe they were drunk. There was eyeliner smudged under their eyes. They laughed and told jokes that made me laugh too. Then one of them said to be prepared because a big wave was coming soon.

Sure enough, a few moments later the long-awaited big wave came. We were rolled by the waves but we still laughed. Suddenly I felt a pain in my right hand. I thought it might be because there were many shells and coral in the sand on the beach, so that made me hurt. When I looked at the palm of my hand, there was a wire sticking out about 10 cm deep. The wire went into the upper layer of the skin and created a cavity. I grinned and tried not to cry even though it hurt.

After that I woke up because my phone alarm went off. Dang! I didn't get to go on summer vacation!

Dreams like that are the ones I like. Even sometimes I realize if I'm dreaming and enjoy all the flow of it with pleasure.

I have one strange habit. I will dream of taking an exam or going back to high school if tomorrow I will face something big. For example, when I have to be a presenter or something that requires my abilities, more precisely something that makes me nervous and frustrated. And I hate that.

Just imagining going back to school makes me sick. Sometimes I want to go back to school but not with all the exams, lessons, and other academic activities. I like school only because of my friends and the environment. Other than that, I will definitely left the school.