Dreams are funny in the sense that you never remember how they begin. You're just suddenly stuck in some crazy situation and try to make it work. Last night I was dreaming only to realize that I was at college. But this doesn't look right, it wasn't the college I normally attend. It seemed to have so many stairs that went several stories up, inside and outside. I sit around for a while doing nothing until a guy shows me a few videos and such. I notice I'm having a hard time breathing. Not about to die but still struggling. At random times, I can gasp for air and take a deep breath. I'm still breathing but rarely do I get a satisfying amount of air. Ding. My teacher sends an assignment to my phone. I needed to go to the cucumber patch and collect mites for class. But this place is foreign to me. Where the hell would cucumbers be growing? Lost, I wander around but eventually spot a little vegetable garden out a window. I continue to have difficulty getting enough air. Walking toward the garden, I suddenly jerk awake desperately gasping for air and coughing. My mouth is so dry. I move around violently and rip away the headphones that were coiled around my neck like a snake. I drank the entire glass of water beside my bed and sat relived to finally breathe easy.
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Dream Journal
Short StoryI hate not remembering my dreams or knowing how often they happen. So when I wake up I'll try to write everything I can remember.