Just before I woke up, I had this weird dream. I was back in the teacher’s room at school getting ready for class. All the other teachers were there and doing their best to talk about anything besides teaching. They were complaining, joking, scrambling around looking for books, eating other people’s food, and being completely noisy and not at all worried about projecting their personalities. This is not the weird part.
I proceeded to walk down to my classroom through a maze of white hallways with few doors to the classrooms and no elevator that I can recall. My classroom was a weird open concept room and some students looked like they were sitting on airport lounge benches. I know this because I made a joke about it in the dream–no students laughed, but a passing teacher chuckled inwardly Suddenly this class of mature students (over 30) were suddenly in a vehicle with me while I was teaching. Another student was driving around a parking lot and among the other cars in the parking lot there was a red 69 Mustang and a battleship–yes, I know.
Why am I telling you this? Not sure exactly. I guess I just wanted to write it down before it fades. I am no dream analyst, but since a return to the classroom seems to be on the cards for the last day of August, my subconscious must be thinking about it.