last night's dream
Here's something new to know about me: I have very vivid, very involved dreams. Often surreal, they make sense at the time and very little when I've woken up. My dreams are long and detailed, complete with character development and backstory. Sometimes they're in bizarre colours, like the heat colours of yellow, orange, red and green, or like a Picasso. I've only had one or two black-and-white dreams in my life, and I think I made myself have one after hearing something about the type of people who have them, if that makes sense.
Last night I had one that started out being about my first day of practicum (which I admit does make me a bit nervous). I went to my old primary school, to the grade 5&6 area, and sat in on a class (even though I'm not going to be a primary school teacher - I think it was just a safe, familiar environment). There was only one other class, of about five students, who ended up joining our class because their teacher was away. I was really preoccupied with introductions, because I didn't want to be "Ms B---" but I wasn't sure if I was allowed to be known as "Shannon". The teacher was this tall, slim woman with a blonde bob.
Then the dream morphed into this weird spy story, and the blonde teacher was some kind of double agent who was trying to kill someone, and everyone was trying to get onto this ferry. We had the teacher as prisoner and were running to the ferry; as you ran down the ramp past another ferry you had to shove money behind the tin slats, only it was Japanese yen notes (so it was a bit like how they tie bad luck to the trees).
That's basically all I remember, though more than that happened, I just don't remember it anymore. I woke up feeling pretty exhausted, which isn't unusual, because my dreams become so emotionally involved and the detail is exhaustive. But I remember waking up bothered by the fact that my mind kept avoiding giving a name to the blond teacher, kept shying away from it even when I tried to force it (I often to that, control my dreams). This name issue must really be bothering me!
Last night I had one that started out being about my first day of practicum (which I admit does make me a bit nervous). I went to my old primary school, to the grade 5&6 area, and sat in on a class (even though I'm not going to be a primary school teacher - I think it was just a safe, familiar environment). There was only one other class, of about five students, who ended up joining our class because their teacher was away. I was really preoccupied with introductions, because I didn't want to be "Ms B---" but I wasn't sure if I was allowed to be known as "Shannon". The teacher was this tall, slim woman with a blonde bob.
Then the dream morphed into this weird spy story, and the blonde teacher was some kind of double agent who was trying to kill someone, and everyone was trying to get onto this ferry. We had the teacher as prisoner and were running to the ferry; as you ran down the ramp past another ferry you had to shove money behind the tin slats, only it was Japanese yen notes (so it was a bit like how they tie bad luck to the trees).
That's basically all I remember, though more than that happened, I just don't remember it anymore. I woke up feeling pretty exhausted, which isn't unusual, because my dreams become so emotionally involved and the detail is exhaustive. But I remember waking up bothered by the fact that my mind kept avoiding giving a name to the blond teacher, kept shying away from it even when I tried to force it (I often to that, control my dreams). This name issue must really be bothering me!