A long school story...
Dream: I left the biology class with some bag in one of my hands. It seemed that I was the last one to leave that class room. I stopped outside in the hall and looked to the left. I saw Miss R. standing in the staircase with her groupd of friends. There were approximately 6 girls in total, all except she had black hair. They were whispering something to each other with a serious look on their faces.
Despair. I desperately wanted to shake her hand. To make sure we were done with it all - no hard feelings. I turned to them, she glanced at me, blinked, looked a bit scared and then turned to her pals again and whispered something. Then she looked at me again. Then I left. The third lesson of the day was about to start.
I hurried to the third floor, to the arts class. I spotted some note stuck to the wall that mentioned the starting hour, it was either 11.00 or 11.15. I went inside the class room and sat down on one seat, facing the doors. It was dark and I was alone. I got suspicious and after a while I noticed another paper taped to the floor. It said "at the markerplace" and something about the city of Kouvola. I went into a very distracted state as I started being afraid that I'd be late from the lesson. I hurried outside.
It was very warm and sunny outside. The weather was almost tropical. I ran and ran, trying to look for the marketplace. I came closer to the ice hockey stadium and behind a corner I found a small skating rink surrounded by wireframe fences. I entered the area through a hole in the fence and started looking for the teacher. I was a bit confused to see lots of other students of my group playing ice hockey there when it was arts lesson. I saw my parents sitting on the right on some benches. I walked on the ice to the center of the area as there was some adult I haven't seen before. I went to him and I realized that he was the substitute because out teacher was away. He saw me and started counting the amount of students there and after he said "Two missing" I mentioned myself and her. I was wondering why she wasn't there; surely did have enough time to come here on time because I first went to a "wrong" class room.
I went to see my parents. My father opened some big plastic bag and pulled out my ice skates. We talked about something for a while while I I put my skates on. I saw pupils from my previous school in Moscow standing aside and watching the ice hockey game.
Then the coolness faded away and I was suddenly outside my house, in the yard, leaving for school. I wasgoing to be late. Then a familiar person, my mother's dear friend Marina - short black hair and some trenchcoat, drove next to me in a car and stopped. She offered me a ride and I accepted the offer. She dropped me off in some warehouse area with red-painted wooden single floor buildings. I was still hurrying to school. I said goodbye to her and ran towards the school.
Later I was back in school, in the hall that's located on the second floor.
I was watching out the window, watching birds fly, watching flower and other plants gloom in the sun outside. Some black-haired boy came next to me to look out the same window. The view was from outside.
Then I was suddenly in the bathroom. The ceiling, the floor and walls were all made of white tiles. I went to urinate to one locker then came back to wash my hands. Suddenly my religion/t(h)eology teacher rushes in, panting and taking deep breaths. He was wearing his usual clothing, something greenish, and her hair was like usual, short brown. He wanted to tell me something serious; after that we discussed about how to get through psychology courses faster.
Analysis: Now that was a long one! Groovy!
First of all I'd like to talk about the 'I'-dilemma. When can I say it was me who did things in the dream? When the dream is in 1st person? When it seems I have control of some character? When I see myself? It forms a dilemma for me because I'm the one who is supposed to write down only what I experienced. Did I experience myself doing something or did I just spectate?
A contradiction: My all school days start at eight o'clock. The third lesson would start after ten, not eleven o'clock; so was it the second or the third lesson? None of those match to real life, sadly. I don't even have arts in this period.
"Later I was back in school, in the hall that's located on the second floor":
One thing I just have to notice here is that the woman who drove me closer to school was in India when the tsunami stroke. [I'm writing this 31.12.2004] No, no, no, no! You can't predict such things from dreams! Your sunconcious may pick up not-so-obvious clues and might show you something in your dreams but I seriously doubt I would've known something about the incident before it started.
The toilets in our school are absolutely not like those I described. They are completely different looking...
Despair. I desperately wanted to shake her hand. To make sure we were done with it all - no hard feelings. I turned to them, she glanced at me, blinked, looked a bit scared and then turned to her pals again and whispered something. Then she looked at me again. Then I left. The third lesson of the day was about to start.
I hurried to the third floor, to the arts class. I spotted some note stuck to the wall that mentioned the starting hour, it was either 11.00 or 11.15. I went inside the class room and sat down on one seat, facing the doors. It was dark and I was alone. I got suspicious and after a while I noticed another paper taped to the floor. It said "at the markerplace" and something about the city of Kouvola. I went into a very distracted state as I started being afraid that I'd be late from the lesson. I hurried outside.
It was very warm and sunny outside. The weather was almost tropical. I ran and ran, trying to look for the marketplace. I came closer to the ice hockey stadium and behind a corner I found a small skating rink surrounded by wireframe fences. I entered the area through a hole in the fence and started looking for the teacher. I was a bit confused to see lots of other students of my group playing ice hockey there when it was arts lesson. I saw my parents sitting on the right on some benches. I walked on the ice to the center of the area as there was some adult I haven't seen before. I went to him and I realized that he was the substitute because out teacher was away. He saw me and started counting the amount of students there and after he said "Two missing" I mentioned myself and her. I was wondering why she wasn't there; surely did have enough time to come here on time because I first went to a "wrong" class room.
I went to see my parents. My father opened some big plastic bag and pulled out my ice skates. We talked about something for a while while I I put my skates on. I saw pupils from my previous school in Moscow standing aside and watching the ice hockey game.
Then the coolness faded away and I was suddenly outside my house, in the yard, leaving for school. I wasgoing to be late. Then a familiar person, my mother's dear friend Marina - short black hair and some trenchcoat, drove next to me in a car and stopped. She offered me a ride and I accepted the offer. She dropped me off in some warehouse area with red-painted wooden single floor buildings. I was still hurrying to school. I said goodbye to her and ran towards the school.
Later I was back in school, in the hall that's located on the second floor.
I was watching out the window, watching birds fly, watching flower and other plants gloom in the sun outside. Some black-haired boy came next to me to look out the same window. The view was from outside.
Then I was suddenly in the bathroom. The ceiling, the floor and walls were all made of white tiles. I went to urinate to one locker then came back to wash my hands. Suddenly my religion/t(h)eology teacher rushes in, panting and taking deep breaths. He was wearing his usual clothing, something greenish, and her hair was like usual, short brown. He wanted to tell me something serious; after that we discussed about how to get through psychology courses faster.
Analysis: Now that was a long one! Groovy!
First of all I'd like to talk about the 'I'-dilemma. When can I say it was me who did things in the dream? When the dream is in 1st person? When it seems I have control of some character? When I see myself? It forms a dilemma for me because I'm the one who is supposed to write down only what I experienced. Did I experience myself doing something or did I just spectate?
A contradiction: My all school days start at eight o'clock. The third lesson would start after ten, not eleven o'clock; so was it the second or the third lesson? None of those match to real life, sadly. I don't even have arts in this period.
"Later I was back in school, in the hall that's located on the second floor":
One thing I just have to notice here is that the woman who drove me closer to school was in India when the tsunami stroke. [I'm writing this 31.12.2004] No, no, no, no! You can't predict such things from dreams! Your sunconcious may pick up not-so-obvious clues and might show you something in your dreams but I seriously doubt I would've known something about the incident before it started.
The toilets in our school are absolutely not like those I described. They are completely different looking...
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