English Teacher

Who ever said "breaking up is hard to do" probably never tried to condense twenty-one pages of material into 1500 words!

I had this dream on Monday evening. I walked into my house to find my mother redecorated. REALLY redecorated. The small study that I used to walk into was know had a wall knocked down, and the first room was a living room with blue and pink floral print couches. The floors were know wooden with beautiful rugs. I was really excited to the house, totally unlike my home. It was lovely, with a curved staircase, and I had a beautiful large bedroom. In the bedroom I found a cat. It was not just any cat, but my cousin Norman's cat, and black and white persian kitty that had sweet green eyes. I knew in the dream it was not my cat, but when I saw it I ran to it and held it. I told my mother that I would like to trade in my cat for a dog, and she nodded. Suddenly I did not care for the cat so much anymore. I dropped it down and its back legs popped out, but much like a barbie dolls. It looked like I could just pop the legs back in and I did. It was then that my mother told me she was having a baby, and that I should go check out the nursery. ITS THEN I WOKE UP!!!

I am very excited about having the conference this week. After hearing all of our works, I can tell it is going to be interesting and insightful. I was really nervous because my task of writing on the blogs was a bit ambiguous to me at first, and I hope I am doing it justice. Just a bit more fine tuning and Ill be in the clear. I am glad that this has come together so well. Knowing this is our last major work together is kind of sad. Our class has been so inviting and, could I say, exciting, as all of the exam and honors things became a reality. I think the time is great, the flyers are fantastic, and we will rock! Thank you, Professor Tougaw, for helping us through the entire process.

I do not know if it is because the conference was today, and I was nervous, but I had a CRAZY dream sequence....here it goes,,,,

1) I am sitting in my bedroom and my mother runs into my room. She is dressed very professionally in a black suit, and she starts babbling endlessly. I could not make out her words, so I told her to take a deep breath, and start over calmy. She does, and tells me in a worried voice that there is word all over the news channels that Donald Trump has been kidnapped. Now, I am not a fan of Donald Trump (oddly enough, on Monday I was having a discussion with a fellow teacher about HIM, and my friend said even if everyone or some may dislike him, if they met him, he was sure theyd smile [at least give a fake smile]). In my dream, I get very nervous and jumpy and follow my mother to her bedroom, which is like a conference room with red leather and metal chairs. There is a large mass of people waiting in my living like it an airport. They're watching the news of a missing Trump, and some are praying with rosary beads, some talking about their lives not going on. This goes on for quite a long time until I wake up around 4:45 in the morning because of the heat. I turn on my fan and the dream continues
2) In my next dream Trump's location has been found. He is in the basement of a crazed fan. The man is decribed as a psychotic madman with a bad temper. Anyway, I am sitting in the huge conference room watching this portrayal when through the double doors comes this crazy man. Everyone runs out of the room, except maybe 10 or 20 people, my family stays. Oddly enough, I have a massive attraction to the man, and I seem to know him. He comes over to me and passionately kisses me. I looked at my family and thought they'd be angered or shocked, but they joked about us wanted to be alone. I woke up at 7 am, because I heard an alarm clock go off in the other room.
3) After recording the second dream I had trouble going back to bed (I was actually not really waking up much later, so I was not sure if it was even worth going back to bed to wake up at 8:40. Anyway, I fall asleep and wind up back in the dream. When I return to the dream I am at the man's home. I am laying down with him, and he just gaveme a massage. I feel a sense of profound fear that he is going to snap and kill me, since the rumor was that Trump has been murdered. Yet, at the same time, I feel a sense of attraction to him that is so powerful. He and I have this animalistic passionate intimacy, which was only intensified by his domination over me. At some point, the man thinks I am going to tell the police about him, and he sits me down and tells me that he knows I would not do anything to hurt him, and I agree completely. He holds me with his arms around my head, and pushes me down to the ground quickly. I look up shocked, and wake up.

WEIRD.

Now that my heart rate has returned to normal, and conference is a past memory....here I am to talk about it, haha!

The past few nights have been very odd in terms of dreaming. Where I normally have no trouble dreaming, I have been having very short, forgettable dreams that make no sense. Here are a couple of the ones I remember, or at least had the opportunity to write down.

1) I am walking up a flight of large spiral stairs. As I am doing so, the stairwell starts to grow ivory vines all over it. The stairs are crystallized and soon it becomes harder and harder to climb because it feels like the vine is wrapping around my feet. I get to the top of the staircase but am not allowed to move to the solid flooring because the vine has a hold of my foot to the very top step. I struggle to break free, but I can not and I suppose I give up.

2) Once again, I have an ever-popular SIM dream. That is, I dream in always a comic like form where I look like SIM (a popular computer game avatar). I am Sim making dinner, and I have to click myself to move about the kitchen. I remember being clicked to put a turkey in the over, to mash potatoes, and make some kind of soup. I remember the kitchen being a perfect country look. I do not remember much after.

3) This dream was one from last night. I was talking to this young boy about learning languages. He was talking me that he knew many languages, and started talking French to me. I had no clue what he was saying, but when I tried to talk back to him, I somehow knew the language. He knew exactly what I was saying, and would respond to my responses, but I did not know what I was saying. All of sudden the boy started laughing at him, and I looked down to see that my arm was bleeding. I snapped out of the French haze and in English asked him why he cut me, and says, “you told me to!”

SEMISONIC
Closing Time

Closing time
Open all the doors and let you out into the world
Closing time
Turn all of the lights on over every boy and every girl
Closing time
One last call for alcohol so finish your whiskey or beer
Closing time
You don't have to go home but you can't stay here
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
Take me home
Closing time
Time for you to go out to the places you will be from
Closing time
This room won't be open till your brothers or your sisters come
So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits
I hope you have found a friend
Closing time
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
I know who I want to take me home
Take me home

The closing of the blogs reminded me of this song, and come to think of it now, the song lyrics are actually pretty dreamlike.

The closing of the blogs is a pretty great time. I know I will probably continue to add dreams to the blogs because it has become so routine to me. In addition, I feel like it is almost theraputic.

Since the beginning of the dream blog, I feel like we have come so far. Our dreams have come more of a part of us, and dream blogging has been a weekly part of my life. I have become more aware of my dreams than ever before. Not once before this class did I record my dreams, nor wake up being excited by my last nights dream for any more than a deeply personal reason. I feel like I have grown to remember and analyze my dreams to my benefit.

I was also glad that I was able to experience a lucid dream. The freeing feeling of that was unbelieve, and I really have gained such control over my unconscious. I sometime KNOW now wwhen I am dreaming because I have a better awareness.

The closing of the blogs will not be a closing for me, but I would like to say goodbye regardless. Goodbye blogs, you have been quite helpful for all of us!