apparently it is quite common to dream about school... even if you've been out of school for several years or decades.
i was in school this morning, only it was also a sci-fi comedy with a west coast interstate highway near a mall a waterslide at a club/bar that came out near the showers at the space station.
at school, i climbed up and down stairs trying to find my classroom, talked to friends and classmates and ultimately made it to class. class was one of two things. either english class where i was behind and for some reason consistently forgot my overdue paper at home, or science class where everyone sat at their desk with beaker and tweezers fiddling with something or other and waiting for our teacher, Howard Stern, to arrive.
after class LOM and i went to some version of Taco Bell, presumably to get food, although i never saw said food. under the gloomy sky my mom waited for us in the car as we walked along the dock which jetted out into the sea. i was trying to figure out how i could go on LOMs family vacation without flunking out of school. could i bring my homework with me? could i do it ahead of time? how bout when i returned?
change scenes. the sun is bright and the sky is a white-blue. LOM and i are in a car on the interstate driving in circles trying to head in a particular direction toward a particular destination. we passed an elementary school to our right and decided to stop. once there we talked to the blond teacher and might have even seen a child or two inside classrooms.
the woman brings us over to a something between an empty concrete lined grave, a well, and the front entrance to a basement unit of a South End brownstone. the water meets the steps in this grave/well and is a portal to the mall and space station. LOM enters first and I follow.
we arrive at the mall / space station and exit the water slide dry, but needing to shower. i climb the stairs out of the grave/well and enter the glass doors to my left. i am in the space station. it looks suspiciously like a cross between a school, hair salon, locker room, and airport terminal. i walk through another set of glass doors and down a cooridoor to the shower stalls.
the bathroom and shower stalls are only partially private, which makes it both anxiety producing and interesting to use them. i wash my hair and body, watching for potential onlookers as i go. fortunately most folks are too busy doing the same to pay any attention to me.
i head back to my room to change, emerging a short time later to seek out my best friend, guy X, with a room not too far down the hall.
it had been some time that X was unconscious due to some kind of accident. he had finally woke up on this very morning and was still in bed when i arrived. like any good friend at your local space station, i helped him to the showers and when he was done, helped him to his room to dress.
next it was off to the gym where we goofed around, making jokes and pretending X was unconscious. there was a rotating floor we would stand on to get through a doorway and then we'd do it again and again because it was fun and funny, albeit only to us. but we had a good time in our space station, and thats all one could really ask.
previously:
weather or not - 2006-03-07
My Flight - 2006-03-02
poetree in motion - 2006-02-28
ultimate personality test - 2006-02-25
limerick e-trip - 2006-02-22