u/ClockOfDeathTicks

Just made me think. Like when someone's crying it's about learning to know if you should hug them, if they're the person who wants to vent to you, if they're the kind of person that wants them to have you show you are on their side, if they're the kind of person that wants to hear your advice. That kinda thing, that is emotional maturity

I mean opposed to just realizing and asking "how are you doing?" that is the easy part. Well recognizing isn't easy. But once you recognize it, it's not that hard to say "how are you doing?", it's getting close to someone vulnerable in the right way

What minimum age. Some of these ages didn't grow up with social media, but it's about in the future if someone now younger would become that age

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I lied about my study

Man this one was crazy. So basically it all started off with a lie that I didn't tell my parents I started this study at the University

It all starts off with a class without me. The introduction of our class together in a new year of university. We're all studying electro technica together if I remember right it was very specific. But I'm not there, as the only one in the class. The teacher there is an old man, his face reminded me of a japanese dish that looks like a apple something- well nevermind that's not important. Just that I wasn't there. Because of that, I didn't know about a certain test later on and had no chance to study for it

So I go to the open doors day of a university some time later. On this open doors day there's this big event, some kind of test. To pass the test you need to have studied. But, because I am keeping this whole thing, studying this here, a secret from my parents, I haven't been able to go to the previous event, I haven't been able to study. I didn't know the material like the other students

But I have a plan. I found another sketchy dude, although I don't know where. I break in from the ceiling and steal my prize from the middle of the arena, or maybe I was planning to steal the answers to the test from the middle of the arena with a bought bungee coard. Plan is; me and my buddy dangle down from the roof, slide down, each grab our needed test answers, pass the test without anyone seeing us, and get the fuck outta there

It doesn't take long to realize my partner has set me up and he's nothing but entertainment to the crowd. He's in on it, he's there as comedian-ish(?) for entertainment in the half-time show. While the students are taking their tests at the tribunes in the arena (think of it like a sports stadium I guess) and the test answers are in the middle, the students sit on the seats at the sides.

Still, I sneak in via the window on the roof and inside the huge arena while all students are making the tests in this stadium-like place on the sides like a soccer stadium I am in the middle coming in through the roof. But while I am being very serious I suddenly appear on a huge screen. They're not taking me seriously, I'm just entertainment. They don't even try to stop me

Now there's an announcer all of a sudden I don't know why. This announcer starts commentating how I'm trying to steal the thing and get away with it. I realize, I hear him, but I'm too far gone at this point. All I need to do is steal the prize for passing the exam, and make it the fuck out of here. My companion too seems to just be doing dumb stuff and trying to make people laugh, but they find nothing as funny as me sneaking in from the roof and attempting to steal the answers like some james bond like character, being in front of a screen, and still attempting it like this. Even so, I don't give up and I try

This part is vague in the dream and pretty much skipped, but I succeeded(?) then got out without being caught, and made it back home.

Some time has passed. I got away, and I don't remember knowing whether I passed. A letter is in the mail. My mom calls me downstairs. A man showed up in front of the door now too, the same teacher from that day I didn't go to. My heart sinks. I walk downstairs and find the man standing inside the living room and now I've been caught. The man seems to want to help me actually follow the study even when all of the bullshit happened before. But I was thinking I don't want to. I feel like I forgot something, like there was a reason I did all this "today", and that's when I wake up