weird dream

Dear Diary,

I slept a little longer after checking the time, and during that period I had multiple dreams one after another.

I made an effort to remember them when I woke up the second time in the morning. After that, I fell asleep again very quickly, almost like I disappeared. Most of the dreams faded away, but I managed to note down two of them.

In the first dream, I was on a stage in front of my whole class. A kind male teacher asked me to say something, but I ended up messing up in a very embarrassing way—I started pooping in front of everyone.

Strangely, I didn’t care as much as I thought I would, even though my boyfriend was in the same class. I’m still shy around him in real life.

There was one girl in the class who I think is a genuinely good person. My boyfriend has mentioned before that she is always extra nice to him and his friends. In the dream, she was also being kind to me, but it felt like she somehow knew about our hidden relationship. She was saying good things about him, which made me wonder if he had ever talked to her about me before—even though I know in reality he hasn’t.

Before everything happened, she treated me warmly, just like she treats others. But when the incident happened, I saw a look of disappointment on her face.

At first, it didn’t even feel like what was happening was real—I saw something like pearls coming out, and then I realized what it actually was. The whole class started laughing at me, but I felt strangely calm, like it was just another normal day.

I couldn’t see my boyfriend’s reaction. It felt like he was invisible in the crowd, even though he usually stands out. Maybe it was because I was shy, or maybe he didn’t want to make me feel more uncomfortable. Deep down, I felt like he was hurt seeing me like that, even though he didn’t show it.

In the second dream, my father was hitting me with a metal scale. In real life, he has never even scolded me harshly, so this felt very unusual.

I fought back strongly, not caring about the pain at all. The scale was cutting into my skin, especially on my face, like a sharp blade, but I kept resisting him.

During this, I saw my brother watching us and enjoying the situation. He was smiling in a teasing way, like he does in real life when he makes fun of me.

The reason for the fight seemed to be that my father wanted to bring a girl into our home as my brother’s wife. In the dream, it felt like my brother didn’t even know about this, as if he was living abroad.

Another dream I remember is about my mother. It felt like a memory from when I was in high school. She was working as a peon in my school, and I could see other staff members treating her badly out of jealousy.

Even though they disrespected her, she stayed strong and didn’t let it affect her. Watching her ignore them so calmly felt powerful. I know how hard she has worked in real life, and that feeling stayed with me.