Tiring Dreams

I wonder if this ordeal will end today, with my last exam.

Was doubly compounded because I got my period late last night, which meant I couldn't sleep at all due to cramps and tummy rumblings and such. I probably fell asleep for a couple of hours until my alarm rang at 9am... I woke up and decided to sleep for another hour... and in that one hour, as usual, I had to have a dream. Sigh.

The first part was some performance of some sort... I really can't remember what it was now (I think I was dancing) but I only remember us rehearsing the "finale" bit, where all the performers and crew walk out on stage to take our bows etc. So for some reason we're just standing around, and the scene appears to change...

Can't remember what event it was, but there was some event held at my condominium, and there were a lot of kids running around... There were a couple of boys that riled me a bit because they did something quite cruel to fish or something like that. They had something like a stone bowl in which they were mishandling a couple of miserable-looking fish. After the boys ran off, one of the kids I was with tried to scoop a fish up too and I quickly reprimanded her. There was a goldfish flapping on the floor so I picked it up and put it back in the stone bowl that had a few other fish swimming in it too.

Then I had the impression I was talking to the parents of the two boys, particularly the mother, and sortof telling them about their boys' mistreatment of the fish or some sort of wrong they had done me... when suddenly the boys' mother asked me aggressively, "Where are our shoes?" I was taken aback of course, and said I had no idea. She said "Usually people steal the shoes of the people who stole their fish right?", indicating that she suspected me of stealing their shoes. I was quite indignant, but tried to suppress my anger and merely told her that I did not steal her shoes and asked her to be reasonable. I mean in the first place her statement admitted they had stolen our fish or something right? Somehow things degenerated into a shouting argument (I remember thinking: Perhaps I'm just letting off steam through this) and I remember yelling that such things wouldn't happen to us because we weren't so stupid as to leave our fish outside and let our children ill-treat them.

Then the woman came out of her house again with a clipboard with a form and a pencil, and made to start writing something. I figure she might be writing an account of the argument or something to make a complaint against me, but I'm conscious of not having done or said anything wrong so I'm not at all afraid, only standing there with a confident look waiting for her to write what she wanted. My mum walks by and asks me what happened, and I said I've been having an argument, and she said "Very loud?" The lady comes back and recognises my mum, and my mum looks at the form and asks, "Making a complaint ah?" and the lady says yes. Then she asks me how I know my mum and I say "She's my mother" and my mum smiles at the lady and says "So you're going to tell me next time we meet...?" The lady seems a bit flustered and says "No lah", but she continues writing anyway and I tell my mum I'm just waiting for her to finish her complaint and then I'll make mine. Then my mum tells me "Good, I also want to complain."

And at that point I wake up. Heh. It does feel good to be supported against unreasonable people :) But I'm very tired of conflict dreams. How oh how am I going to handle that exam later?