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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'd pretty much suppressed it but now it'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'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'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'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'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't the 422. There was no bus driver to hear me. I had been on a TRAIN. 
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. 
Then I exclaimed aloud "Sorry. I am just SO VERY TIRED..."
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.
And to be fair, I was SO TIRED that I actually FELT drunk. When I got home, my flatmate/landlady wasn't home so I couldn'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'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!
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! 
#grateful
#grateful
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. 
I was happy to not potentially see the train people I'd embarrassed myself in front of the week before.
I was happy to not potentially see the train people I'd embarrassed myself in front of the week before.
