strange dreams

i've been having (and remembering) strange dreams as of late.

this is part of my dream last night:

i had gone back to UBC. Anastasia and i were taking the bus together, which was nice since they moved the bus loop and i wasnt sure which was my stop. I also wasnt sure where my stop was because i hadnt written down where my classes were. Typical anxiety dream. So i found my first class online and showed up. I was a little weighted down because for some reason i felt compelled to cart my guitar around with me. And a knapsack full of school supplies only i didnt remember all my textbooks. There were several for my course in the History of Women in American Business. No idea why i signed up for that. I had of course neglected to pack the text for my first class. I had been to class the first week but had missed week 2 because i had to go out of town ("fishin'") and was horrified to learn that i had missed the drop deadline. I was desperate to drop this evil class on torture that was pretending to be a chem class. Anyways, my first class of the day was Spanish Math. Yes, Spanish MATH. Clearly everyone needs to take a math class in spanish. I couldnt remember having signed up for it but when i remembered the large emphasis there had been the first week on learning our numbers in Spanish, i realized it made sense. Only, while i was trying to hide behind my classmates because i was totally lost, having not done last week's homework, the girl 2 seats behind me (who was an old friend from high school) answered the questions in Afrikaans. I was so confused.
And then it was time for a sing-a-long. We all sang Kingston Town in English and then in Spanish even though the song is about Jamaica. It had an old-school video with it from the seventies which reminded me of the one to the song about teaching the world to sing (i think it later became a coke commercial)

And that was my dream. Its about as strange as the one i had the night before during which i had a desperate need to find a mcdonald's in my town. I was so desperate i was becoming ill. It was awful. I think i should stop watching tv so i dont see commercials. Wouldnt want to re-trigger that dream. I'd hate for it to become a recurring dream like the one i used to have about a snowman and some aliens following me home.