i am not sure how to interpret this dream i had last night. it feels like it was kind of important -especially because there were things in it that seems to appear in my dreams at least once each month....

i dreamed that i was going to live for a year at this boardingschool (i often dream of taking another year at a boardingschool or even at the boardingschool i did go to when i was 16 years old. it's rarely taking place at the "real" boardingschool but it feels like it's the one i'm at still...) and i was sharing my room with one of the girls i did share my room with at the boardingschool i did attent in real life. the thing was that... in order to get to our room we had to go through this shower area (which was basically just a normal corridor but on the walls were shower heads) where the floor was always slippery because of the water. mo room mate never slipped in the floor but i did all the time. it was so funny and when i slipped i'd just stay on the floor and just slide all the way to my room. :D even when there was a railing i could hold on to, i'd fall.

the main area of the boardingschool was this HUGE building that had lots and lot of windows. there were grass instead of a floor and there were like tiny hills and stuff. at some point i got my hands on this white headband that, when i think about it, seemed like a headband for some japanese/korean martial arts-sport or something. but in my dream it was a headband that muslim suidecide bombers would wear. there were people from my first 6 years of elementary school and i talked with this guy from then, called Ezzas (i forgot how to spell his name, sorry), who's from Pakistan. his dad cam around and i had to run because i didn't want him to see this headband.

i ran to the shower-area so i could get to my room and then there was this guy who told me and my room mate that there was a shorter route to take to our rooms so we didn't have to go through the shower area all the time but he didn't seem like he wanted to tell us that way.

then i woke up.

i am wondering why i've so often dreamed about taking another year at a boardingschool. and i wonder why, in these dreams, there are always people present that i haven't seen since i was 12 years old.

well... on i go with writing this paper on how Persian material-culture had an impact on Greek elite-culture in the 6th and 5th century B.C. who ever said studying history at the university would be boring... *YAWN!!!!*