Heh - I haven’t thought of my high school (well, “Gymnasium” for me, but the principle remains) for months. It wasn’t really the best of times, but I’ve more or less shrugged it off, now. (Well, it has been 15 years).
OTOH, I still have Army dreams - I wake up and think I’m screwed because I somehow just forgot to get my gear & boots & weapon ready. So NICE to realise that Sgt. Dall is probably several hundred miles away and NOT going to inspect my clothes cabinet.
S. Norman
Wow. I have this dream pretty frequently (about once a month) and everyone who I have mentioned this to thinks just laughs.
Mine usually involve me (age 27) being forced to go back to school, but I can never remember my schedule and I don’t know where any of my classes are. I don’t know why this is so stressful, but it is. I am franticly trying to find the correct class.
Seems to me that if this actually happened I would just invite the whole system to bite my crank and I’d go grab a beer somewhere.
I often have dreams where I’m back in high school or college. High school dreams generally involve my not knowing my class schedule, locker combination, or the location of a particular class.
College dreams also involve not knowing where the class is located, my schedule, and (since it’s college now) whether I have money for a token to get on the public transportation to get there.
Holy Sh*t! I thought I was the only one, too. I am absolutely floored.
My high school dream has these elements, too:
–Something “went wrong” and I have do another semester of high school.
–Don’t have my schedule/can’t find the class
–can’t get into my locker/can’t find my locker
What do you think it means that so many of us have this similar recurring dream/nightmare?
(I’ll preface this: Fretful Porpentine? From a couple of things that you’ve posted in other threads [your name, age and high school,] I think we knew each other. We were on the It’s Academic TV team together [I was the other female,] and lost to McLean by a tie-breaker question; alma mater = Seahawks, and you first saw Chapel Hill on the trips to the Duke competition.)
Well, if Fretful Porpentine is who I think she is, I don’t blame her for being traumatized - if I were dragged back to that teacher, I’d wake up in a sweat too.
I call it the recurring stress dream. I don’t have the school version, I have the theatre version. I have an entrance (I need to be on stage, that is) in 30/15/5/2 seconds, and I am: on the street outside the theatre/just coming up the stairs/going to the bathroom/talking to a friend. Wherever I am, I’m out of costume and makeup, and there’s no way I’ll ever get onstage in time, and the show has a big gaping hole because of me, and everyone is pissed, and…
You can see perhaps, why I call them stress dreams.
I’m with Lexicon on this one. I’m only about 4 years out of HS, and I didn’t like it at the time. Knowing what I know now, though, I’d go back in a minute.
I KNOW I’d be able to ace my classes with little effort. I spent too much time worrying in high school. I wouldn’t be afraid to take chances and “be bad”. I mean, really, what can the teacher or my parents do to me? (I know some people had dads that beat them or whatever, but my parents were stoned most of the time and barely even noticed me). Now that I’m a “responsible adult” I realize I missed my chance to cut loose a little bit. What a shame. Now I’d end up in prison for doing the same thing high school kids do all the time.
Also as Lexicon mentioned… High School Girls!!! I would be MUCH less shy, MUCH less timid. I never did ANYTHING “bad” in high school, but this time around it would be all parties and sex! Oh yeah!
So, I guess I’m not entirely on topic. I rarely dream about HS. Only daydream…
One more chiming in on the Back In High School dreams…
I’ve only been out of high school 3 years, and I’m in college now and still go home to my parents in the summertime. Every summer I’ll have a couple dreams that some law has been passed that requires me to be in school year round, and if I’m not at college I have to go to high school. And I’m fully aware that it’s only “busy-work” (heh, yeah, kinda like what high school really was) but I still have to go anyway. In my dreams I never actually attend any classes, because I am never actually given a scheduale, although I do sometimes poke my head in the art room. I spend most of the dream wandering around the halls, wondering if I should go to the office and get my scheduale, or just say fuck it and go home. I never decide either way. Also, I always have trouble remembering my locker combo, but in the end I can always open it somehow, and I usually discover something that I’ve left in there since I graduated three years ago (books, papers, pictures, etc.)
Also, I’ll sometimes have dreams that I’ve gone back to high school to “visit” (yeah, right! I’d sooner shoot myself in the neck that go back to high school voluntarily!) and I’ll be wandering around the halls and be really concerned that I’m not allowed to be there because I’m not a student and I keep expecting to be kicked out, but nobody ever even notices me (again, a lot like real high school…)
I hated high school. HATED it. Almost no friends, no social life, boring classes… Anyone who says high school is the best time of one’s life is a fucking liar.
Creepy - I have this EXACT same dream. I’m not surprised other people have dreams about high school but I’m flipped out that they’re all so similar. I always have trouble finding my locker, and when/if I get into it it’s full of rancid old crap from when I WAS in high school, which was ten years ago.
Invariably, I find myself, in the dream, in the middle of a semester and months behind because I’ve been skipping class. I always have some classes I’m doing okay in but one I never went to and now I’m panicked about it because I’m so far behind.
The funny thing is, I liked high school. It was easy.
I have dreams where, even though it’s been 8 years since the last time I marched, I’m suddenly called back to march with the band at one of the football games – like I entered the marching band reserves upon graduation or something. Normally, I find myself on a bus with fellow band alumni on the way to the game. I frantically tell them that I don’t know the music or the show, to which they reply, “Don’t worry, it’s the same show we did for the Duke game back in 1990,” or something along those lines. To this I reply, “It’s been 10 f@#ing years since I did that show!! How the hell am I supposed to remember it!?” I usually wake up after this.
It took a long time but I’ve started enjoying the high school dreams. The past few years the anxiety has disappeared and now I enjoy seeing the people I’ve lost touch with.
The dreams I hate now are related to college. When I wake up it takes a minute before I realize that I’m not in school and I don’t really have any exams to study for.
What a relief!
Then I have to get up and go to work. 