Class Field Trips?

Okay, some really weird things in my dreams last night.  Somehow I ended up in a hotel with students.  Other teachers were there as well, so it's not anything really weird and wrong.  We had taken the kids on some kind of field trip.  And we were staying in groups in hotel rooms.  But for some reason there were both men and women teachers in the teachers rooms.  And what was even weirder was that we taught classes in the hotel rooms.  And of course my classes that I was teaching went like they always do in my dreams.  The technology didn't work, and I didn't really have anything planned, and I was behind on grading, and the kids were rowdy, and on and on.

For some reason there was a guy there that I had been kind of seeing and I went to meet up with him, and was supposed to get back in time for dinner with the students. But I didn't make it back in time. When I got back I found out that the other teachers had just taken them to the food court at a mall instead of out for a nicer meal.  I was not happy.  The food court in the mall is one that does show up in my dreams occasionally.

Hmm, parts of the hotel, the hallway outside the room, the main lobby, those were all parts that have been in other dreams.  The room itself was a new one.

Not sure what most of the dream probably meant.  I know I'm probably dreaming about school stuff as the end of the school year approaches and is more on my mind. Also going to a retirement party for people at my last school this past week probably brought back those kinds of memories as well.

All Together Now

Well, it seems as if I've been a bit lax in blogging about my dreams since last weekend.  And I actually remembered more of them some of the days.  So, today's blog will tell about the two nights' worth of dreams that I can remember, last night, and then the night of the last post I did.

So, back on May 3rd I dreamed about being part of an online debate about teachers, and then in my dream I woke up with a shirt that had a collar, as opposed to the tank top I had worn to bed.  Not sure what all that business was about.

Another part of a dream from either the 3rd or last night, can't remember for sure, I think last night. But it was that I was going back to college.  And as I always seem to be in these dreams, I was late to class.  But someone was trying to kill me.  It was like I knew where the killer was because I'd either seen a movie showing what he was going to do, or read a book. But then when we got out to where the killer was supposed to be, in a hanging car or trailer or something, he wasn't there.  And I'd told everyone to watch out because that was where he was supposed to be.  So then we all stood around and kept looking up at the trailer thing watching for him to show up.  Weird huh?

And I remember before that we'd all been sitting and watching something on the tv.  And it was in the living room in the house I grew up in, the living room in the back part of the house that at one time my bedroom had been back there as well.

I thought I remembered more, but nope, that is it!

Back to School

So I remember a little more from last night's dream.  There is a school building that morphs and changes as I go through it in the dream, but it has several of the same characteristics no matter what school I'm supposedly at in the dream.  It starts out being kind of similar to Holy Cross Lutheran School where I attended my 1st-8th grade years.  But usually I'm actually at Northgate Middle School in my dreams, where I taught for 14  years, even though the school is HCLS.  Sometimes it is a building similar to my high school, North Kansas City High School.  But when you go inside it is more confusing and lots of weird passages and such that aren't actually in my school.  In fact there tends to be many dead ends and even tunnels to get through to certain places.  One of the tunnels that always seems to show up is the hallway down in the basement of HCLS where we used to line up each day to get our lunch.  Not sure why that is still so present in my subconscious, but it is.  Then I end up back behind the school building through one of these tunnels or kind of hidden hallways.  And back there is a gym, which kind of turns into a football stadium somehow.  At first I end up back there and there is a practice going on.  Which turns into some kind of an assembly, that is an alumnae assembly for my graduating class.  So there are all these people I see that I know there.  Including the boys that I had a crush on back then.  And let's just say that this stadium is huge, like a minor league baseball team size, in fact it is no longer a football field, but now it is a baseball field.

My thoughts about where parts of this came from are varied.  I figure school is always on my mind since I am a school librarian.  When I found out yesterday that one of the school library jobs I applied for in another district was filled without me even getting to interview, I guess that is where the whole feeling left out bit, like the assembly and boys I had crushes on (that didn't ever like me back), came from.  My guess is that the football stadium part came from walking around the track in my current school's football stadium yesterday after school.  The turning into a baseball field probably comes from all the big Kansas City Royals excitement we've been having with our awesome team this year and last year.  There was definitely more to the dream.

I think that I was back in an apartment from when I was in college.  And as usual I hadn't ever officially moved out, so I had stuff in it, and needed to go move my stuff out.  And also it turned into a rental house that my aunt on my stepdad's side, well her ex-husband was living there part time while I wasn't there.  Weird, weird.  Of course sometimes he shows up in the same kind of situation but it is in a house I used to own and live in when I taught in Plattsburg, Missouri.  None of that makes any sense other than he lives in my grandma's house, but that's way near Girard, Kansas.

So I'm sharing lots of settings I guess so far for my dream journal.  Maybe I'll start remembering more of what is actually happening as I continue this blog.