I had this weird dream that I was back in high school. As always, I knew my grades were pretty bad, and my science teacher was offering extra credit for anyone that wanted to donate blood.
I went to the donation point, which happened to be the next classroom over. My sister and her fiance came by to taunt me for awhile, why I don’t know. The nurse came over and stuck a sewing needle in a vein on my arm and then walked away, so I got to sit there with a sewing needle sticking out of my forearm. Yay.
She finally came back and put a needle with a tube on it that strapped to my wrist, so I had the donation blood bag strapped to my arm. She recommended that I run around for awhile so I filled up the bag faster.
Not one to disobey a recommendation, I take off running at full speed, only to find that my blood bag is filling up a very small amount. The rest of my dream involved me running around various areas of the school, jumping up and down on top of desks to avoid my attackers. Apparently there were attackers for some reason.
So eventually I get full enough to get my extra credit, so I go back to the office. She sits me down and says “Yeah, that looks good, now do another one” and hooks me up again. At this point I wake up, completely confused.
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