I’m in a philosophy class that I have every Monday and Wednesday, however, the professor is not my real teacher and we are not learning Aristotle- he ‘s my junior high school history teacher, one that I really loved and who taught me more history than my all my teachers over four years of high school. He starts to talk about what would happen if Socrates was alive during the industrial revolution… I remember back in the 7th grade it seemed like ALL we did was the industrial revolution. The class begins to laugh at him because it’s filled with adults and he’s acting like a child. He starts stammering and losses his train of thought, there’s a lot of tension in the air and everything feels a bit suspended, like someone hit the pause button. I begin to feel dizzy and I get very angry at the class, I try to do something vague to stop everything and to feel better but it’s not working, the teacher/professor is now gone and the class is just sort of meandering.
People seem to be waiting for a shuttle bus to come and take them to the next class. But the feeling is like they’re waiting to be taken to a next life or a higher plane- something grander than just the next class- but all this is just implied or understood, there is nothing apparent that would make me believe that. I don’t want to leave on the shuttle I want to stay in class, but I know that the class will disappear once everyone leaves. I can’t decide what I’m going to do and I wake up.