room revision

#uni My own bedroom was open for people to come to do revision At very early in the morning, a group of three mbbs students of a higher form came and took some seats. And used the other seats to put their bags and study materials. I was left with one seat for myself, which was the one I was sitting on.

Later another girl came, she belonged to the group too.. She came and sat on my bed since there were no other seats.

I was kinda pissed because this room wasn’t really open for outsiders. I mean they can come but they seemed so rude and arrogant to move and rearrange my chairs to fit their usage when I am also using?

I wanted to get a few chairs back for my own use. I tapped the new girl on her shoulder. I told her don’t sit on my bed and put her stuff everywhere. She looked at me innocently. So I thought maybe I was too rude and so I continued my sentence to say I can help her tidy her stuff and ask her friends to allocate one chair for her to put her stuff on, so that she doesn’t need to use the bed. She thanked me.

So yeah I didn’t ask for the chairs back… it’s my own room…

group revision; motorcycle race

#secschool #arthur (? just a vibe though) Had a group revision session, 4 in a group. Because mutual surveillance was an effective approach to monitor students revision. They would feel ashamed for not working when they see the other three working.

Later on we went to a racecourse competition venue to watch a motorcycle race. I was rooting for one particular motorcycle. It won in the first round, where motorcycles compete against each other. In the second round, it had to compete with cars, so it changed its engine into something more powerful.

It was leading, and sometimes head to head with another car. But towards the near end the driver got too ambitious? Or anxious, that they didn’t brake and drift the motorcycle properly so it slightly crashed. They immediately continued the race but then the driver was too eager to get champion so they just drive wildly. It wasn’t following the racecourse. They took two wrong turns into other routes. They later u-turned and recrossed the finishing line. They got champion.

One person asked me, how come they didn’t follow the route and still got champion? I thought they’d get disqualified. I explained to him the lines on the racecourse are equidistant so even if they took a wrong turn, as long as they drive the same distance by following the lines, it was still valid _{(now idk if it’s true irl but in the dream this is a very true piece of trivia lmao)}

Later our group assembled and we were going to do other tasks. I remembered counting how many groupmates that were newly joining us since we combined groups after assembly

For some reason I was counting the capes which were hanging on a board. One cape means one member.

I counted 16 but I think there’s more. Another guy, probably the group leader (guide) (Arthur vibe but because I was too introverted in the dream I didn’t look up to see who’s face was that), chuckled and said there’s more I looked at the back and there’s more indeed, but my group was walking down and I had to get going so I didn’t count

While I was walking down I was chanting something with my groupmate. It was some sort of onomatopoeia of two syllables. In the dream it meant chiikawa’s capes. But I knew it was just nonsense syllables. It was fun to sing though.

We walked down the stairs. Oh I remembered my groupmates were all rilakkuma. Lmao Anyways we had to stay silent to walk through the corridor, where different people were using the rooms behind those doors, because we were weird and we didn’t want to catch their attention. We held our breath and walked through. The first few doors were fine and they were closed, we can see their silhouettes projecting on the corridor wall though (physics doesn’t make sense), the one closest to the beginning of corridor had devil horns. (the doors were dusty pink fyi). The last door was slightly open. At the last door we saw ny chinese history teacher, wsm, drawing something on the whiteboard. It was an acupuncture diagram of humans. Outside the room on the wall was a fabric board with many oddly organised pins pinning on different acupuncture sites. They were so organised in a way that’s like along very straight lines and diagonals. It reminded me of those schizophrenic “enlightening” art

I told my groupmates to move along faster and head to the toilet at the end of the corridor. They were so slow. Wsm noticed us. He peeked outside the corridor to look at us, his actions were robotic and his very direct and lifeless gaze was eerie. We ran inside the toilet Wsm followed us. I noticed the wsm by the door was still watching us. So there were two copies of wsm.

I yelled and told my groupmates to shut the toilet door. They shut it. But the toilet door was 1/3 shorter in width than the opening of the door, aka there was still 1/3 un-closable part of the door. It’s just shorter !!!!!

Kind of scared and started to panic And then I woke up.

_{* the corridor reminded me of wellness team ground floor, but horizontally mirrored, so like in the dream I walked downstairs from the motorcycle arena to the floor, and I turned left instead of right to walk the corridor.}

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