OK, so what's funny is that ever since the dream class went live, I've been remembering my dreams. Usually I wake up, go about my day, and am unfazed by my dream life. But these days I wake up conscious of what I've dreamt, more often than not.
And, by golly, they've mostly been about school. Just like when I was a kid. And, by George, they've mostly been about forgetting something or getting something terribly wrong. Really like when I was a kid. Only adult style...as in, "I'm the teacher now." Here's a taste. Note: please only send me your interpretations if you think my dreams indicate that I'm brilliant, amazing, and wonderful. None of that crazy lady stuff, deal?
• My former student was actually my age, but still looked four-years-old, and I had to give her a ride to San Antonio because her feet wouldn't reach the pedals.
• My classroom was actually in a basement, with no supplies, steam hissing from pipes above, and parents dropping their children off seemingly unconcerned.
• Oh, and yes I did wear my pajamas to school. Not traumatic at all, just comfy, thank you very much.
Excited to see what tonight will bring!
NFS
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Kali, I loved reading this post! As for your dreams, if they were my dreams, I would think it makes perfect sense! I am learning new things, I am a "student" again. And, I am wearing my pj's to school, because I am attending "dream school."
ReplyDeleteAwesome Kali. How wonderful. I cant imagine you blog every day. You inspire me. Love your artwork. you have a new fan. BTW where I love - Kali is the name of a Goddess. :) I am sure you knew that.
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