My memories are scattered of last night's dreams. The thing that comes to the forefront--which may have been sequentially last--was an incident with my former landlord. In my dream I came to pick up a piece of mail or something from my old place--which looked like the home I grew up in. I picked up the envelope and found two smaller envelopes taped to it. One had my name on it, and inside was $5 and a note that said there was a scratch on the door that no one remembered/claimed and I was supposed to take that money to get something to patch it up. I remember thinking that he had already paid me my deposit back in full. Next I examined a couple doors and wondered which one I was to take care of and how to go about doing it.
The rest of the dream was at a school I hadn't been to before. I think it was my old school district because Batista was there. I was apparently subbing, and I had a little bit of fear/self-consciousness on how to procede through the classes. They had a lot of free reading time, and during that time they were tempted, not to talk, but to go to sleep and to have snacks. Later a helpful student came buy to empty the very full trash can.
The rest of the time in the school was vague and rushed--kind of like a real school day. At some point I either went on a walk or conversed with Batista, but my memories are foggy.
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