TOW Licking is the Closest Thing to Spitting
For the second time in as many days, my father woke me up a half an hour early, screaming that I wouldn't make it to the school by quarter of seven---I dont' need to be there until quarter after seven at the earliest. [mutters] Today I was a Social Studies teacher. I had fewer classes but I actually "taught" a bit. The day went quite quickly.
Anyway, there were some other things I needed to note. One of which is how messed up my dreams have been lately. Normally, they're weird from full moon through new moon. It is ridiculous anymore. For the second time in three months, I've had a dream about a red-headed infant girl. Before, she was my sister's daughter whom she kept hidden away for the first year of her life. She actually had a name in that dream, which was odd for when I dream of random babies, they're not worthy enough for my subconcious to name. Emma Marie Distasio it was. And she was left-handed with hazel eyes. [There were reasons why I knew this in the dream I just didn't feel like boring you with them here.] This time she was my daughter and she was about two years old. My little red-headed daughter had no name in this dream but she had dark eyes again; I couldn't make out if they were blueish or brownish, but they were dark. She was accompanying me through a labyrinth I was traversing in order ot find JK Rowling's Half Blood Prince manuscript. I got to it too, and saw some of it. But, like in most dreams, I couldn't read it. Then I met JK herself and we discovered that we're very similar and we wanted to be friends. She had a dog, too. And lived in a bit of a hovel for someone who is a multi-millionaire.
AND...I had a student in my class today named Cavin. Cavin is the name of one of the primary characters for my novel-to-be. And it was actually one of the names from back in the day when we first created it circa 1988. I remember because I nicked it from the Gummi Bears TV show. I just couldn't believe it. I have never heard of a person named that in Real Life. I think he thought I was crazy because I made such a big deal about it. But I am a little crazy, so I didn't mind it.
I'd write more about my weird dreams and things, but both hands are asleep, so I'm not gonna.