Recurring
I had this dream just before the end of middle school, I think. Or maybe it was in my last days of junior high? I don't really know what it was then, all I know is what it is now.
We're together, all of us full IB kids, and it's the last day of school. The bell has just rung, releasing us forever, but we don't want to go, not just yet. So we stick around. The hours roll by, but no one has left, and even Mrs. L and Mrs. B are still there with us. When we watch the digital clock change over to midnight, we know it's almost time to go. We've been talking and laughing and hugging all day, all night, and we don't want to stop, but the clock shows one, then two, and we know it's time. We all leave the room, slowly, not in any hurry to go, but no longer needing to stay.
I suppose there must be some significance that I left around 2:10 AM in my dream, thinking about how worried and mad my mother must be, when school normally gets out at 2:10 PM, but I won't try to find it.
We're together, all of us full IB kids, and it's the last day of school. The bell has just rung, releasing us forever, but we don't want to go, not just yet. So we stick around. The hours roll by, but no one has left, and even Mrs. L and Mrs. B are still there with us. When we watch the digital clock change over to midnight, we know it's almost time to go. We've been talking and laughing and hugging all day, all night, and we don't want to stop, but the clock shows one, then two, and we know it's time. We all leave the room, slowly, not in any hurry to go, but no longer needing to stay.
I suppose there must be some significance that I left around 2:10 AM in my dream, thinking about how worried and mad my mother must be, when school normally gets out at 2:10 PM, but I won't try to find it.