...Uh, yeah, this is the title...

I'm at home. It's just like I remember it; not much has changed. I say something stupid and my sister gets mad at me...I feel bad cause I wanted to grow up a little and not make things so difficult at home. But things are good. I go back to my home church and everyone welcomes me back. Then I go back home and make dinner for my family like I used to...

Then I see an airplane land in my yard. I peek out of my front door window in disbelief...then realization hits. "What the- there is no way a frickin' airplane is going to land in front of my house! I'm dreaming, aren't I?!" 9 times out of 10, I either know I'm dreaming or realize it halfway through, so this isn't new to me. As the airplane touches down, I wheel around and storm back to my room, pissed off. I'm mostly pissed off because even though it's finally registered that this is a dream, it still feels so real. ...Yes, even with the airplane in my backyard. Just my luck that this had to be one of my rare, super-clear dreams. "Enough! Wake up, me! This just sucks!" Yes, that was said petulantly in the style of a three-year-old. I was probably pouting too.

I go right to my room and climb into bed, because for some weird reason, if I want to wake up, if I go to sleep in my dream, I'll wake up in real life. I shut my eyes and refuse to move, because as much as I want to go back and stay in this dream a little longer, I know it'll be that much worse when I inevitably wake up. When I open my eyes again and my vision clears, I'm back in my dorm at JCMU. It feels just as real as my dream did, but this...and the last leg of exams...is reality. I feel my heart sink, but I shake it off as best I can and go on through my day. Buying souvenirs/Christmas presents for the fam, studying for my tests, acquiring three new holiday songs (two of which were free and one of which was Ella Fitzgerald's "The Christmas Song", so it was so worth 99 cents, heh)...so I had a good, if normal, day today.

...But that dream really pissed me off. Seriously.