In the past I have recorded my dreams off and on for I have a history of being a very vivid dreamer. As of late, I’ve been more inclined to tell others of my dreams and then promptly forgetting them. So I decided that perhaps writing them here and sharing them with you might be pleasing to all. This morning I frequently woke and fell asleep, which may have led to the many different dreams I had last night—which I will delineate here.
In one dream, I was at a college graduation ceremony in which I was graduating. It was a diverse group of people and we were all sitting in cages—which no one seemed to notice. Dr. Young was presiding over the whole thing and at one point wanted someone to read or recite something. I knew the text, but I was too timid to volunteer myself. He chose an old colleague of his to read it. The man began reading it, then broke out in a soulful African melody, which everyone in turn joined in.
Upon leaving the ceremony, I was driving on the freeway. At some point, I lost control of my vehicle, and somehow found myself witnessing what was happening to my car from an aerial perspective. I was in a multi-lane residential road (think Portland in Minneapolis) and I began driving off the road and across lawns, as if the line of cars parked on the street was just another lane of traffic. However, I lost control of the vehicle and bumped into a few parked cars before I got the car to stop. I guiltily went up to the house to tell the inhabitants I’d damaged the car. When I knocked, I realized it was the home of Maddy and Justin Jeppesen. This softened the situation only slightly, and Justin told me it would be fine as long as I painted over the dents with some aerosol spray he knew of.
I went outside, and to my embarrassment the streets were lined with people readying themselves for an evening parade in Minneapolis for some festival. My grand am still sat on Maddy and Justin’s lawn. The neighbors were inspecting tire marks in their lawn, and I jumped into the conversation and confessed my fault in the matter. These middle aged white women were a little less gracious, though their car was barely scratched. They spoke of towing the car and I told them I would pay for it, receiving a haughty “You bet you will!” in return.
Disappointed, I wasn’t going to see the parade that night and went on my way, finding myself in an art classroom. Apparently I was back in Iowa being a long-term sub and it was my first day. Things were going well until I heard some student in the hall use some sort of slur. With my sternest teacher look and quite a fury inside of me, I launched into a speech for the whole class, delineating how I didn’t tolerate such speech and slurs against people of other sexual orientation, ethnic group, or ability level. I particularly remember calling such language “lacking creativity” and revealing ignorance on the part of the student.
The whole scene made quite the impression on the students, as did whatever I had done earlier in class. The next day students launched into drawings they had started prior to my arrival, yet they proceeded to each ask me whether their subject matter was difficult enough.
In another part of my dream I was at some social gathering (a wedding or a dance?) and witnessing my sisters Hope and Heather playfully bickering over who owned the oversize teal tshirt she was wearing. In the midst of the chaos, some man I’d never met asked me to dance. I danced for a little while—but apparently didn’t want his company, for then my dream shifted again.
I found myself in an apartment with a friend and her boyfriend. They were both dressed in renaissance garb. During this part of my dream, I began to have a 3rd person view, though I was an active participant. I began playing the sitar, and my friend began singing. (Within my dream I was extremely surprised with how well I played the sitar.) She began dancing around the room, making a production of it, and I began to think we were in a film. Having had that thought, I realized my friend’s voice wasn’t that good—and wasn’t that odd for a film. Then I thought maybe it was a ploy to make the scene seem more realistic.
I think there were a couple more scenes that I excluded, but alas, I have not grasped all. I am open to obnoxious interpretations—I’m quite partial to them.
In one dream, I was at a college graduation ceremony in which I was graduating. It was a diverse group of people and we were all sitting in cages—which no one seemed to notice. Dr. Young was presiding over the whole thing and at one point wanted someone to read or recite something. I knew the text, but I was too timid to volunteer myself. He chose an old colleague of his to read it. The man began reading it, then broke out in a soulful African melody, which everyone in turn joined in.
Upon leaving the ceremony, I was driving on the freeway. At some point, I lost control of my vehicle, and somehow found myself witnessing what was happening to my car from an aerial perspective. I was in a multi-lane residential road (think Portland in Minneapolis) and I began driving off the road and across lawns, as if the line of cars parked on the street was just another lane of traffic. However, I lost control of the vehicle and bumped into a few parked cars before I got the car to stop. I guiltily went up to the house to tell the inhabitants I’d damaged the car. When I knocked, I realized it was the home of Maddy and Justin Jeppesen. This softened the situation only slightly, and Justin told me it would be fine as long as I painted over the dents with some aerosol spray he knew of.
I went outside, and to my embarrassment the streets were lined with people readying themselves for an evening parade in Minneapolis for some festival. My grand am still sat on Maddy and Justin’s lawn. The neighbors were inspecting tire marks in their lawn, and I jumped into the conversation and confessed my fault in the matter. These middle aged white women were a little less gracious, though their car was barely scratched. They spoke of towing the car and I told them I would pay for it, receiving a haughty “You bet you will!” in return.
Disappointed, I wasn’t going to see the parade that night and went on my way, finding myself in an art classroom. Apparently I was back in Iowa being a long-term sub and it was my first day. Things were going well until I heard some student in the hall use some sort of slur. With my sternest teacher look and quite a fury inside of me, I launched into a speech for the whole class, delineating how I didn’t tolerate such speech and slurs against people of other sexual orientation, ethnic group, or ability level. I particularly remember calling such language “lacking creativity” and revealing ignorance on the part of the student.
The whole scene made quite the impression on the students, as did whatever I had done earlier in class. The next day students launched into drawings they had started prior to my arrival, yet they proceeded to each ask me whether their subject matter was difficult enough.
In another part of my dream I was at some social gathering (a wedding or a dance?) and witnessing my sisters Hope and Heather playfully bickering over who owned the oversize teal tshirt she was wearing. In the midst of the chaos, some man I’d never met asked me to dance. I danced for a little while—but apparently didn’t want his company, for then my dream shifted again.
I found myself in an apartment with a friend and her boyfriend. They were both dressed in renaissance garb. During this part of my dream, I began to have a 3rd person view, though I was an active participant. I began playing the sitar, and my friend began singing. (Within my dream I was extremely surprised with how well I played the sitar.) She began dancing around the room, making a production of it, and I began to think we were in a film. Having had that thought, I realized my friend’s voice wasn’t that good—and wasn’t that odd for a film. Then I thought maybe it was a ploy to make the scene seem more realistic.
I think there were a couple more scenes that I excluded, but alas, I have not grasped all. I am open to obnoxious interpretations—I’m quite partial to them.
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