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I had more really strange dreams last night… in the first one, I wasn’t myself, I was a teacher (who also happened to be male…and John Cusack…) There was one child in the class who needed special attention, he was an obnoxious, full of his own importance, mean little kid, but it was my job to make sure that the world revolved around him. I hated it, but I had to do it anyway.

We were coming back into town on a school bus after a trip of some sort. We got to a huge bridge that crosses part of a lake (a really long bridge, like the one that connects the florida keys.) I heard someone at the entry to the bridge tell the driver that there was a spot on the bridge that he had to avoid or something. The obnoxious kid had somehow managed to get himself tied up to something, (I think the other kids tied him up when I wasn’t looking,) so I set to untying him as we headed across the extremely long bridge.

I was still having trouble getting him untied when the bus suddenly lurched, sending kids screaming and tumbling all around me. I was tossed haphazardly across the aisle, and then we hit water. We began to sink immediatly, and the next thing I remembered I was swimming in an empty lake… the bus was gone, the driver was gone, and so were all the kids. I swam to the shore, and I remember feeling completely empty.

That was the first dream. The second one started right after I woke up, looked around, and then went back to sleep.

I got a call asking me to come into the Long & McQuade store that I used to work at. For some reason, I went in, and they asked me to work for them for a day. It felt strange, but I got behind the counter and started to ring in a lady’s purchase… except when I tried to put my login into the computer, it wouldn’t work. This wasn’t really a surprise, since it had been nearly a year since I had last worked there, and they would have deleted my login by then. I kept asking the other staff as they went by to help me out, but no one had time. When Tim dropped in, I called him and asked him to help, and he completely brushed me off like it wasn’t important to him, and then he left the store. The store manager wouldn’t help, the Assistant Manager tried, then realized that I had to switch tills, but even then it wouldn’t work and by then he had gone on to do something else. All this while, this poor lady was standing there wanting to buy a blank tape and a pair of cheap headphones for her son… It was entirely frustrating, and I felt completely helpless.

5 Comments

  • raviolios

    September 4, 2000 at 8:55 am

    Dreams are scary and cool at the same time. I wish I had majored in psychology or something.

  • zok

    September 4, 2000 at 9:30 am

    Cartoon time!

    For your reading pleasure, a non-entirely-unrelated cartoon. 🙂

    • Jenny Lee Silver

      September 4, 2000 at 9:34 am

      Re: Cartoon time!

      hehehe okay, that was strange… Gotta love that guy’s eyes though!

      • zok

        September 4, 2000 at 10:24 am

        Re: Cartoon time!

        Jennylee, meet bug-eyed Earl. Bug-eyed Earl, meet Jennylee. 🙂

  • Anonymous

    September 12, 2000 at 9:57 pm

    dreamweaver3

    wow, I’m getting lots of practice outta this j.l.!
    okay, well: children in dreams are supposed to represent either a.) how we thought of ourselves as a child
    b.) how we think we should treat our own children, born or yet to come.
    water often symbolizes relationships and/or sex. how does jay-boy feel about having kids?

    the other sounds like merely a stress dream. anxiety much? no comment other than the always present – RELAX! 😉

    -jinx