I have a dream, as i think about it...quite often. I do not understand what it's about or where it comes from. Until actually this AM I was quite willing to just have it now and then and not think about it. I also until this morning didn't really believe there was any real significance to dreams. Now and I don't know why I'm not sure.
The Dream - This will be a bit vague but the premise is I'm in school. Pretty sure High School. As the year goes by I find that I can not remember where or when a particular class takes place. Specifically History. Not clear what history. I can even picture the teacher although can not for the life of me remember her name. As the dream proceeds I find that I miss more and more of the class. Culminating in an unbelievable panic and frenzy of study for the final exam. This is assuming I even know when and where that will be.
To my memory I never skipped a class...deliberately or otherwise. I never failed a class or had more than the most moderate of trouble. The dream, or what I remember of it does not seem very intricate or detailed but somehow extremely convincing and real. I wake with a feeling of how could I be so lax as to allow this to happen. I'll never catch up, pass. Too embarrassed to ask for help.
What does all this mean? Something / nothing? Why dream about this? Why not dream about my marriage or divorce, job, family, a certain someone in Richmond, church, sex (yes sex would be...) , dishes in the sink, 4 enormous piles of clean laundry. I'm saying clean.
I knew a man (Episcopal Priest) that was also an amazing interpreter of dreams. I wish you were still with us Joe. I'll bet you'd have a field day with this one huh. I wonder did you pass your legacy on to someone. I know many who knew you as well. Perhaps some of them are reading this?
