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This Isn't My Class!

Author: tehuti_88

This entry and all others from 1996-97 are part of my dream project which extended from August 1996-97. I kept track of my dreams for an entire year by recording them to audiocassette and illustrating what parts I could in composition books. I ended up with over 70 ninety-minute cassettes and four composition books detailing my dreams.

The written transcription is from a much later date than 1996-97 but is almost word-for-word, with some slight corrections and omissions. This typed transcription is not 100% faithful to the original verbal account, as it allows for slight modifications, additions, omissions, and corrections. There are new separations between paragraphs and dreams are separated into different entries at approximately the right places. In addition, segments of dreams MAY be transposed/moved/added to other sections as I see fit. Aside from these modifications, these dreams are detailed exactly as I had them over six years ago.

I seemed to be outside--it was kind of like a cross between the high school and the junior high, but it was also different. It was nighttime and raining, and I was walking along the outside of the building, trying not to get wet but not really succeeding. I don't know if there were streetlights, but I remember that the rain on the sidewalks was shining, and it was dark blue all over. I left the building and started looking in different windows to see if any of the lights were on in any, because all of a sudden I felt like, "Oo! I gotta get inside!" It wasn't as if I were scared, it's just like I was being chased, kind of like in a game--perhaps I was on TV--and I knew I had to get inside. But all the lights inside were off. :/ I came to a door that was standing wide open and went inside, entering an empty room. It seemed like the college now, the way the rooms were laid out. It was empty and everything was blue because it was dark; there were chairs and stuff in here, and a door at the other side of the room. I went to that and opened it--I thought it would be locked, but it wasn't--and now I was standing in a hallway. I started running down the hallway off to my right, and before I could stop I ran right smack-dab into this computer class.

It was the only class that was going on as far as I could tell, and a lady with short blond hair and glasses was teaching it. She made me think of a woman in this car commercial; in the commercial the woman was at the desk in the airport and kept saying, "Window or aisle? Window or aisle?" and the man she was speaking to couldn't make up his mind. Blond hair, glasses, kind of weird looking. She was teaching this, some kind of night computer class, and I stumbled into the room before I could stop. She turned around and asked me some questions! I didn't know what to do, so I pretended I was mute and had just come in out of the rain; I made motions with my hands so the class would feel sorry for me and so I wouldn't get in trouble. The teacher just kept questioning me and such. As far as I know I didn't get in trouble, thank goodness.

This seemed to shift into "Hail To The Masons," though they may have been the same dream.

August
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