Order in the Court!

It's time for school dreams, as I prepare to go back to work. Sure, I haven occasional work dream, but they are most prevalent during this time

Yesterday, I left my TE textbook in the car, so I didn't do any reading last night. So...it infiltrated my dreams...

It was night, of course, and time for school to start. Only, school was in an indoor, carpeted shopping mall.

I entered the mall and wandered around the third floor trying to find my room. Next to me was a colleague, Mr. H; his room was very narrow and crowded. I found my door at last and entered to find that my room was very spacious, much more so than in reality. It looked like a court room, with my desk tucked behind a large wall up on a platform. Apprently, I get to be the judge. The only problem: even though I am a 20+ yr teacher, I must travel to different classrooms for two periods. As first period ends, I prepare for the 2 block walk to another building for my 2nd period, but I don't have my teacher's edition textbook to bring with me.

Knowing that the students are waiting for me in this other building, I rush to find my book as the other teacher in my room begins his class. I see through a wired space into a warehouse next door (a la Costco) that textbooks are stored there. I lure a kid away from his classwork and tell him to get my book off the warehouse shelf. I point, and of course he can't find it. He goes the wrong direction about five times before he finds the book for me.

My frustration is building because I know that students are standing outside a door waiting for me, and I might not only lose the kids, but I'll get in trouble. Finally I get the book in my hands and make my way to the other class. It's a long trek, and I'm very late. The other building is dark and red-carpted. I have trouble finding the elevator in the long maze of hallways. Once I enter the elevator, I see that I am given only one choice of the 2nd floor - the very one I'm looking for. But no one is there - the students have left, and I know I'm in trouble.

I return to the mall, but I enter on the wrong side, so it's a long walk back to my class - which I cannot find! I enter various rooms, but none of them are mine. I pass by a shopping area and think to myself, "Great! I can shop before and after school !)", but I must trudge on for now. After trying many doors, I find mine - with another class of students in it. I realise that I did not pick up after myself before this class came in, so I go to the front "bench" and hide my chocolate before the kids see it. There is some more blurred confusion before the dream ends.

I Just Want to Dance

A small group of people, including my mother, decide to go dancing with me. We all get dressed up in black and walk through a small village to get to the club, a very expensive, exclusive club.

First our younger friends walk through the door and get in, then my mom enters. The host makes her get on a scale, and, when she asks why, he tells her that they club prefers that their women be around 21 years old and very thin.

We both leave immediately, very upset. I just wanted to dance. A representative comes out to talk to us about the incident. She's in her 60's, very short, and she has red hair down to the tops of her ears, curled under (think actress Linda Hunt). She wears black-rimmed eyeglasses that are HUGE on her face, maybe 6" tall and wide, almost larger than her face, with an intricate gold design on the sides.

After listening to her make excuses for not allowing us in the club, I remind her that SHE does not fit the requirements for the club either! I then look at my mom and say, "Discrimination. Class Action Lawsuit!"

Someone's Knocking at the Door

It's evening. I'm inside a house, about to close the front door. As I approach the door, I see a woman coming up the walkway. I slam the door in her face and hit the ground. She peaks in between the cracks of the blinds, but I'm hoping she can't see me on the ground. I look up and see that the blinds have been turned down, leaving me vulnerable. From now on, all blinds will be turned up. She knows I'm there; I know she knows, yet I continue to hide. Some guy named Jody, a friend of another person in the house, is sleeping on the couch. The striped light from the cracks in the blinds lights up the living.

Plastic Hangars

I dreamt about plastic hangers last night. In order to get more, I put all my clothes on my new Joy Mangano hangers, and saved all the plastic ones for something I was hanging. Strange thing..this morning it was National Hanger day on QVC, and Joy Mangano was on throughout the day. ohhhhhhhhh..spooky! :)

Cyrano

Last night's dream began in the dark with me crossing the street to get into my car. At the last minute, I decide to take my motorized scooter, on which I stand. What I don't realize yet, is that the hot dogs and other food for graduation, for which I am responsible, is in the car. I take off for graduation..without it.

I scoot along the streets, and it becomes daylight. As i pass the graduating students, I hold out my foot and wave at them, balancing on my scooter with my other foot. I'm that good.

Suddenly I'm in a room off from the gym and I'm talking to John Cleese (actor) and a teacher from my school (Mr. G). John Cleese is telling me that our students failed last year's exams - and miserably so. Only, he doesn't directly tell me; he hints, with his words and with a diagram on the ground that he is kneeling before.

I finally figure it out..my students didn't know what the various initials mean, so they completely bombed. Initials? Who teaches that in high school?! My first response is to claim that initials are not part of the standards, but then I realize that they are covered by one standard, but the test has more than 8 questions about them this year. Dangit!

I go to the restroom, of course (yes, I woke up later having to go - so it played out in my dreams). After I flush, the toilet overflows, spilling out onto the floor. I remove my pants, walk back into the room in my undies and a sweater, and continue the conversation as if there is nothing wrong or different. :) - even though John Cleese is now naked himself, and Mr. G is gone. I only see Cleese from the chest up in my dreams. Whew! He comes close to me and speaks intimately, rubbing his chest against me. I am uncomfortable, and yet..he is kinda cute (in my dream). Shortly, I return to the bathroom and put some pants on because it's time to leave....fade out (good, hate school dreams, especially in the summer!)

Just when I think it's over, I'm in my classroom, alone, and it's dark again. I'm stapling something to the blue paper on my wall, when it feels like I'm about to fall. A former students walks in with her father and a few little kids. Their faces are blurred and non-distinct, except for that the fact that they are Mexican. Her father helps me down, as the former student tells me that she has been accepted as a student representative to some kind of jury. She's very excited, and I'm happy for her.

We leave the classroom, and the student and I find ourselves outside in a foreign city, unclear which one. I offer to let her use my cab, once I get one, but I turn around to find her getting on a bus, waving goodbye. Again, it becomes night, and I get that common night fear of some danger out there. I begin to walk uphill, looking for a cab the entire time, but there are none to be found. Looking around the city, I contemplate going back down the hill, but in the end, I continue my walk up.

At the peak of the hill is red roof material, but it blends in with the hill, so I march upwards and onwards...to find myself at the very top of a pointed, slanted roof. It's daytime, and the view of the city is spectacular!

I come across several people walking on the roof, going about their business. They ignore me...with the exception of one man, who looks like Kevin Kline (what's with the celebrity dreams lately?). This man does not tell me his story, but in meeting him, I suddenly know it..and it's just like Cyrano de Bergerac/Roxanne...and I am on top of the roof of a theatre.

I leave him for a moment, in search of..help? information? I'm not quite sure, but I come across a man in a booth who is working the lighting and such for the theatre production of Cyrano de Bergerac. I do not tell him the story of the man I just met on the roof, but he knows it. All he says is.."Tell him to see the play. He must see the play." I turn and find another backstage man..who repeats the words to me. They believe he needs to see the play so that he can see the similarities to his life.

I go around the corner to the part of the roof where I met this man, and there he is... dressed like Cyrano ( a Musketeer, complete with a large feather in his hat). He is repeating lines from the play, with one leg up on the top of the pointed roof, and his hands gesturing to the world in a very dramatic fashion. The play is in intermission, and people are wandering all over the roof, wondering what this nut is doing. The sun is shining and a cool wind is blowing, the skies are somewhat hazy. He begins singing his own, indistinguishable lyrics to "La Vie en Rose."

I wait, watch, and awake.

Little Mermiad

I was inside a room at an aquarium which held a tank that contained a mermaid. She was at the bottom of the tank, wiggling her tail, as mermaids tend to do, when the tank began to drain! She flopped and had a mermaid-in-the-headlights look on her face. I quickly ran outside to find that my nephew had hit the glass with an object that had created a hole. Inside, the mermaid sat on her waterless rock. Somehow I knew..she would be okay in the air for a short time..just long enough to get her to water again. I went outside to see my nephew hitting the repaired glass, trying to break it again.

Portrait of a King

For some time now, I've been wanting to take up painting. Apparenty, in my dreams, I'm starting with portraiture... of a King. Of what country, you ask? Dunno. He was a large, stocky, thick man, and somewhat dirty from his battles. His head was covered with long, brown dreadlocks, crusty with mud. Lying on his left side, he covered his naked body with a sheet, exposing skin here and there..enough to tantilize, but not embarrass. Later his wife would be posing, lying on her right side, with her feet touching her husbands. I would paint it as one picture, although they posed at different times. I never saw here; I just knew it was the plan. There was more that followed this, but it has since faded in my mind.