By Josie Finlay
My mum dreams about you
I’ve been dreaming loads about SCA recently. As much as I love the place, this is getting annoying, because it’s starting to feel as if I never really leave. As if spending 9 hours per day in and around the studio wasn’t enough, I have to spend my sleep there too. The dreams are also so realistic that I wake up annoyed with my subconscious for being so boring.
The other night, it was that we had to get together a whole book for a really short deadline and we were panicking because we didn’t have an ‘extra stuff’ section. We were briskly walking around, shouting ‘What about Extra Stuff??? Extra Stuff!!’ with pieces of paper and plastic wallets flying everywhere. This is basically just reality, and probably a prediction of something that will happen every week or so for the next three months. Ugh come on, brain, you’re meant to be creative or whatever? Couldn’t you at least have added a flock of cool sheep or made me really tall or something?
But I’m not the only one in the house who’s had SCA seep its way into the deepest crevices of their mind. My mum’s been dreaming about it too. It’s not the first time she’s had an anxious dream about my life. In my first week of uni she sent me a text saying ‘How are you?? I had a dream that you were in a field doing drugs from one of those big bong thingies xx’. This time there were no bong thingies, but the dream went like this, as told by my mum:
‘I came home and you were throwing a huge party for all your SCA friends. It seemed like quite a mad party, and everyone was walking around the house being Creative. I was really scared. They were just all being Creative, and all the men had pony tails. Some people were being Creative in the garden, and then I got so upset because I walked into the kitchen and one of the men with pony tails was being Creative in there. He had whittled down my favourite wooden chopping board into a tiny little house shape. I was really distressed and I came to tell you and you said “Oh, mum, get over it, leave him alone, he’s just being Creative.” It was really upsetting.’
I, for one, was embarrassed when I heard this dream. It seems to me that we as a cohort need to step up our game. There’s not one single male pony tail in the whole class. If you identify as a male creative and you don’t have a ponytail? Sweetheart, you need to take a long hard look at yourself. And I haven’t seen any of my dear classmates doing ANY whittling at a single party this year. Come to think of it, I haven’t seen anyone doing any whittling at all. Unless you count whittling down other people’s instant coffee, am I right!
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