Do you ever have a dream about something cringey from your past but it actually wakes you up laughing? Happened to me this morning! OMG, and I still keep giggling about it. I& #39;d pretty much suppressed it but now it& #39;s BACK... the story? Read on... (warning: lengthy/funny story)
So it was Spring of 2017. I was living in London, taking a full load of classes at uni, as well as trying to complete my undergraduate dissertation on Hamlet& #39;s mental health AND working PT in the uni library. Very little sleep. I spent most free waking hrs at the British Library.
I was beyond tired. It was a good kind of tired, and I was very happy, but tired nonetheless. For months I operated in a sort of autopilot mode, fueled by cafe brekkies from the place I lived above, reduced price meal deals from Sainsbury& #39;s/Co-Op and LOTS of Chai from Starbucks.
I MOSTLY took the bus everywhere as I had a bus stand just in front of Charlton House (which I lived next door to) but when I went to the BL, I walked down the hill and took the train to London Bridge then caught the Northern Line tube to King& #39;s Cross/St Pancras.
I rarely took the train just around Greenwich itself though, because buses were just... easier. (Especially once Sadiq got that Hopper Fare going, so transfers within an hour didn& #39;t cost extra!)
Fridays were my "Long Days"... I had classes/seminar from 9am until 4:50pm, then had to LITERALLY run... from the campus over to Stockwell Street Library where I would work from 5pm-9pm doing student IT support. Most Friday nights I was KNACKERED by the time I got off work...
but I STILL took the bus. Would grab the 286 by Cutty Sark to Kirkside Rd, then grab the 422 to Charlton Village. At the Kirkside Rd stand, there was a cute fox who would come close enough for me to give him/her a wee snack I would bring along with me before being on my way...
I did this pretty much EVERY Friday night and always looked forward to my little fox encounter. However, there was one particular Friday night when I waited FOREVER for the 286 and it never showed. Not sure if they were on diversion, but it was growing late and I was tired.
So I trudged up the High Street to the train station and hopped the train to Charlton. I figured at least it would get me "close enough" and I would just have to walk up the hill to get home. Not as close as the bus, but it was well lit (enough) and I felt fairly safe.
All went well and it was a super quick train ride (just a couple stops over). But by the time we arrived at the Charlton train station, I was soooo exhausted. The doors of my train carriage opened so I went to hop off - and then it happened...
Autopilot Janni turned and shouted over her shoulder loudly "Cheers, driver!" Except this wasn& #39;t the 422. There was no bus driver to hear me. I had been on a TRAIN.
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Suddenly I felt as though all eyes were on me. People actually looked up from their newspapers to stare.
Suddenly I felt as though all eyes were on me. People actually looked up from their newspapers to stare.
They were staring out their windows at me as I stood on that platform turning fourteen shades of red. The looks of confusion on their faces? Priceless. Suddenly I burst into peals of laughter and shook my damned head.
https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="đ" title="Gesicht mit FreudentrĂ€nen" aria-label="Emoji: Gesicht mit FreudentrĂ€nen"> Then I exclaimed aloud "Sorry. I am just SO VERY TIRED..."
And I heard people laughing as the train doors closed and the train began to pull away. I walked out of the station and up the big hill that is Charlton Church Lane and KEPT giggling the whole way home. Passers-by were giving me funny looks and probably thought I was drunk.
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And to be fair, I was SO TIRED that I actually FELT drunk. When I got home, my flatmate/landlady wasn& #39;t home so I couldn& #39;t tell her about it. NO ONE was about, so I had to keep the hilarity to myself. And I giggled myself to sleep... I might add that sleep QUICKLY claimed me...
And as much as it makes me cringe to think about, it& #39;s a FUNNY kind of cringe and makes me fondly remember those heady, exhausting, amazing days during my final year of uni whilst working on that Hamlet dissertation... such a lovely and funny adventure that was!
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And I had pretty much suppressed the memory, I think... until I dreamt about it EARLY this morning and awakened myself with laughter. Sure beats the nightmares or illness anguish dreams I usually have!
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Sort of related... photos snapped of my beloved Kirkside Rd bus stand and my little fox friend! He/She was happy to see me the following week with snacks in hand.
https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="đ" title="Zwinkerndes Gesicht" aria-label="Emoji: Zwinkerndes Gesicht"> I was happy to not potentially see the train people I& #39;d embarrassed myself in front of the week before.
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