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newnumber6Nothing terribly interesting, although somewhat introspective.
First dream, for some reason I was roped into helping a class of kids. I didn't do much, just sat in and talked when they asked me questions. Then something happened to the teacher and so I was left trying to teach them and keep them entertained. I tried to setup games on my computer but I don't really have much in the games (the kids weren't too interested in Minesweeper).
Anyway, that's about when I woke up.
When I was young, I went through a phase of wanting to be a teacher. I suppose many kids go through it if they have a halfway decent teacher, seeing as how their teacher is sort of a parent-substitute, and kids often want to be their parents. Anyway, I wanted to be one of those 'cool' teachers, who the kids would remember, and give fun assignments. Of course, this was all before I realized a) I have no talent for teaching (when I've tried with classmates, I used to use the phrase, 'i don't know HOW you (calculate this, rework this, etc), you just DO."), and b) it'd involve me not to have some horribly crippling fear of public speaking. :)
Second dream, me and family and supposedly friends were going out to dinner. Sooraya (Dust) from New X-Men was there too, and something told me there was something wrong with that, but I just sort of let it slide. My mom was also there. Apparently, my shirt was inside out, and I was told to go to the washroom to change it. So, I did. On my way there, I had this feeling that when I opened the door it would open on another world. It didn't, it opened on the washroom. So I turned my shirt rightside out, and came back out to find them discussing me. SPecifically, they were discussing medication they could put me on to control my various psychological problems. Naturally I was annoyed because I don't really want to be medicated out of my foibles. I know it's wrong to think it, but I just can't shake the feeling that it's not _me_ anymore if it's medication changing my personality.
Anyway, that's about when I woke up. The 'expecting the door to open on another world' is obviously from reading the Waste Lands. There's a character who does that constantly, and it was one of the things that struck me the most because I, to a much lesser extent, do the same thing. It's not so much an expectation in my case, it's more of a hope. When I open a door, a lot of times, if I'm not actually rushing somewhere specific, there's a tiny hope that it'll open into another world.
Anyway, that's about it.
First dream, for some reason I was roped into helping a class of kids. I didn't do much, just sat in and talked when they asked me questions. Then something happened to the teacher and so I was left trying to teach them and keep them entertained. I tried to setup games on my computer but I don't really have much in the games (the kids weren't too interested in Minesweeper).
Anyway, that's about when I woke up.
When I was young, I went through a phase of wanting to be a teacher. I suppose many kids go through it if they have a halfway decent teacher, seeing as how their teacher is sort of a parent-substitute, and kids often want to be their parents. Anyway, I wanted to be one of those 'cool' teachers, who the kids would remember, and give fun assignments. Of course, this was all before I realized a) I have no talent for teaching (when I've tried with classmates, I used to use the phrase, 'i don't know HOW you (calculate this, rework this, etc), you just DO."), and b) it'd involve me not to have some horribly crippling fear of public speaking. :)
Second dream, me and family and supposedly friends were going out to dinner. Sooraya (Dust) from New X-Men was there too, and something told me there was something wrong with that, but I just sort of let it slide. My mom was also there. Apparently, my shirt was inside out, and I was told to go to the washroom to change it. So, I did. On my way there, I had this feeling that when I opened the door it would open on another world. It didn't, it opened on the washroom. So I turned my shirt rightside out, and came back out to find them discussing me. SPecifically, they were discussing medication they could put me on to control my various psychological problems. Naturally I was annoyed because I don't really want to be medicated out of my foibles. I know it's wrong to think it, but I just can't shake the feeling that it's not _me_ anymore if it's medication changing my personality.
Anyway, that's about when I woke up. The 'expecting the door to open on another world' is obviously from reading the Waste Lands. There's a character who does that constantly, and it was one of the things that struck me the most because I, to a much lesser extent, do the same thing. It's not so much an expectation in my case, it's more of a hope. When I open a door, a lot of times, if I'm not actually rushing somewhere specific, there's a tiny hope that it'll open into another world.
Anyway, that's about it.
